Dáin Ironfoot I
04-03-2003, 04:40 AM
Falim disliked the open air, and he disliked the horses just as much. But whatever it took to see Kilease fall on her hairy butt, it was worth it. Falim mounted his small mountain pony, jet black and curly-maned. His name was Narag-bund, black head in the Dwarvish tongue.
He had lined up the burlap sacks shaped like humans, and covered the practice spears with burlap as well to prevent harm and injury. The stables were open for all students to use the horses inside them as well.
The sky was blue and the sun shone in the grassy meadows of Heren Istarion.
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Day 4: 11:15-1:15
OOC: This is an extension of the Spear combat class, and I am working on having at least one of these a required course. This class will be lots of fun, because Kilease is a dopey drunk who will make the class humorous. Join this class pleeease!
He had lined up the burlap sacks shaped like humans, and covered the practice spears with burlap as well to prevent harm and injury. The stables were open for all students to use the horses inside them as well.
The sky was blue and the sun shone in the grassy meadows of Heren Istarion.
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Day 4: 11:15-1:15
OOC: This is an extension of the Spear combat class, and I am working on having at least one of these a required course. This class will be lots of fun, because Kilease is a dopey drunk who will make the class humorous. Join this class pleeease!