xlvii - AFTER the end of port, with backdate open spam all during

[darknessb4me]

[Video. Arthas is somewhere dark and green; under a weeping willow if you look closely. Outside the sound of rain is audible, and he leans back against the trunk of the tree. There is already a dark, pitted spot on the trunk where the prolonged contact with a Death Knight's presence has begun to kill and rot the bark.]...I'm still in Ravin. It's

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[flashy_magic]

Wait, why didn't you tell me you were doing something like this? I'd have liked to leave, you know.

[timesbureaucrat]

He's not going anywhere, Mr. Stone. Not unless he graduates. If the Admiral simply let inmates jump ship at ports, we'd have a lot more successful escapes.

[flashy_magic]

Good. I mean, not good, since he'd be happy if he could stay behind, but I'd miss him, but...I don't know.

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[darknessb4me]

I can stay. He doesn't know what he's talking about. I've been here twice as long.

To be frank, though, you would hate it here. There's no running water, let alone glitter shoes.

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[bybloodandhonor]

Please don't do this, Arthas.

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[darknessb4me]

[Harsh:] I'm not. The planet is defenseless, Kil'jaeden will come after me. Muradin is right.

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[bybloodandhonor]

I'm glad that you're coming back, Arthas.

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