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• Pain

  by Bobaloo April 4
  Pain.   First, a dull, throbbing pain in the back of his head.   Then a sharp pain in his arm.   He twisted his face, wincing as the dagger sliced through his weakened flesh.   He tried to pull his arms to guard his face, only to find that he was shackled to the wall. &n...

• The Excorsism

  by Bobaloo March 23
  Roy "Bobaloo" Heming was strapped down to a table.   He was in the catacombs of the Cathedral.  An old, withered priest stood above him.   "Are you ready?  Once we begin, we can't go back.  You know what will happen."   He nodded.  He gritted his teeth, clenc...
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• Scars

  by Bobaloo March 21
  Tapping his lip, he put his quill to the old, battered journal. Last evening, I met with Cim for our evening treatment.  After the usual process of cleaning my burn marks, we drew each other close.  She told me of her past.  It pained me deeply that such a thing could happen t...

• Returning Home

  by Bobaloo March 2
  Bobaloo ran through the open plains, dragging his greatsword in the dirt.  His bag, hastily thrown over his good shoulder, was full of his heavy plates.  His left shoulder still rose awkwardly, about halfway up the length of his neck.  A nice new set of burn marks spread around his ne...

• Prisoner of War

  by Bobaloo March 1
  The light was painful to him.   He had been locked in the small cell for Light knows how long.  Blood had dried on his face, caking his hair.  Long gashes crossed his light frame.  As he tried to push himself, something felt wrong.  So he looked to his left.   His l...
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• The Dinner

  by Bobaloo February 24
  Bobaloo scratched his goatee.  His gauntlets and waistguard were cast aside.  His pauldrons were among the pile, the carved boar heads still smoldered their luminous golden glow. His tabard was cast over them.  His greatsword was stuck in the ground.   His greathelm was nowhere...

• The Dream

  by Bobaloo February 19
  Darkness...   Roy "Bobaloo" Heming floated along in darkness.   He was young again.  He was wearing regular clothes.  He did not feel the weight of his battle armor upon his shoulders.  He felt something he hadn't felt since Darrowshire.   He felt peace.   ...
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• Sealed Letter to Cimorena

  by Bobaloo February 16
  This letter, and rushed to the Pig and Whistle Tavern, has signs of quick writing before heading off for an errand. Dearest Cim,   I apologize for forgetting the dinner.  I was very tired that evening, and promptly fell asleep in the chapel.  I'm very sorry for standing you up. &...

• My Sincerest Thanks

  by Bobaloo February 7
  To whomever reads this,   It is my sincerest thanks that you've welcomed me with open arms.  You've taught me how to fight, to speak, to act, and, most importantly, to RP.   Yes, this entry is OOC.   It has come to my attention that, due to personal preferences, that Allian...
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• Realization

  by Bobaloo January 29
  Bobaloo sits on one of the walls overlooking the bay of Stormwind Harbor.  He sighs, , the night air blowing through his hair, pulling his ponytail gently.  An old, beaten book lies in his lap.  He opens it up, and pulls out a writing utensil.  He begins writing in delicate cursi...
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