PlaneShift
Gameplay => In-Game Roleplay Events => Topic started by: Unar Cho-Sen on November 11, 2006, 10:40:04 am
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[RP] It wasn't me.
Thoughts run through Unar's mind of the events that have transpired during this trying day.
First Einnol, now Zorbels and Indygo. And the first news I hear of these tragedies is accusations of murder. Not since my days guarding the Fallen Star have I met so much loathing.
The very friends I would grieve with despise me. I wish I knew who had done this, but the very thought confounds me. How is it possible that so many honorable ones are mistaken? All I can do is wait.
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Restound reads the message on the board
He kneels, to the newly made tracks and sniffs out Unars scent.
He remembers the rough times with her but respects her more than she ever knew..
He raises his head off in search to ascertain how to help.