boatwarrior
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- Feb 1, 2002
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Dhorvane rode slowly along the forest trail, the heat eating away at him through his black armor. Even with the shade of the trees the heat inside the canopy was unbearable. "How I long to be home in the Northlands, none of this green Hell I'm in now." The thoughts of home left faster then the cool morning air as an arrow glanced if his harded breastplate. The humanoid "dogmen", as he called them, weren't much of a challenge by themselves, but they always attached in packs. Sliding off his horse, Ontros, he pulled his sword from it's scabbard in time to feel the first group bear into it's charge. With a deafening yell, Dhorvane met them with equal force. The blade of "Glacee Noir" was glowing red with the fallens blood. As the bodies continued to pile up, the pressed forward with the ambush. "URGHHH, I don't have time for this, I have pressing matters." The thought of this just enraged him even more.
