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[Thrall is out in a park, looking rather reverent as he kneels in the thin blanket of snow. A small altar of rocks is in front of him, a small fire burning an offering. After kneeling in silence for a few moments, Thrall stands, taking a bottle from a saddlebag on his wolf's side. He carefully breaks the wax seal on the rim of the bottle, ( Read more... ) -
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[Ohai Template! Been a while, but the Warchief is on the prowl once again. After a lot of fruitless meditation, Thrall is attempting to once again get a feel for the elements of Template, though he isn't seeming to be pleased with what he's sensing.]Hrm... it appears that the elements here are very... unique... unlike anything I have felt before ( Read more... ) -
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[Thrall is sitting in his room, a large chunk of wood before him, a large dagger in his hand as well. He's in the process of carving the third in a series of four small items that some would consider idols at first glance. Howevr, Thrall is too busy to care what people think of his totems. Oh, and the door has yet to be repaired, and Thrall is ( Read more... ) -
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[Immediately after his conversation with Aerith (so, yes, some back-dating is in order), Thrall has thrown open the door to the Townhouse, and is bellowing at the top of his lungs.]
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[Thrall grunts slightly as he exits Caravaca house, wolf in tow. Covemates of the lumbering orc may notice a door that looks as if ripped off its hinges and strewn lazily aside.]
Hrm... the elements are certainly... odd, here. They're in constant flux... but I can't seem to pin it down... [He sighs slightly and pats the wolf on the head, heading ( Read more... ) -
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[Thrall and wolf are out and about, wandering the streets with Thrall sitting astride the wolf. The wolf is carefully plotting out a course weaving about the people who seem oblivious to its existence, and only occasionally knocking people out of its way with its muzzle. Thrall has been humming to himself for a while now, before he just starts ( Read more... ) -
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[The Church has a pair of new figures in it now. On the floorboards near the flowerbed is a large and broad figure, sprawled on his back, sleeping peacefully, a gauntleted hand occasionally scratching at his green-skinned chin. The other figure is a large wolf, standing a good couple inches taller than the pews lining the church, wearing a saddle ( Read more... )