Boo hoo.

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Originally posted by LifeKnight:
**No, it's still on the pending chronicles forum. I agree that they should move your chron (it's really good), and keep the whole system updated better, but Slayer and Av do have "lives," you know.;)
I'm sure it will get done soon. 'Complaining' like this might get them to wake up and move it, but then again, it might not.

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It will get done. The moderators and community members of this board have a very good relationship.

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Growth through the Cross.

It was pretty cool looking over the character info again; crazy to think that these team stories, chronicles, and everything else have been going on for over four years. It was pretty interesting to go back and read over my posted character info again, as well.

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Growth through the Cross.

The runnels of sweat streaked down Kestrel's dusty face, unstopped by the now thoroughly soaked browband of his battered fedora. His shirt clung wetly to his back, and his backside felt melded to the saddle. Urging his horse up a steeply sloped grade, rocks tumbling loose underfoot, he pulled his hat off and wiped his face on his sleeve. Pausing at the top of the rise, he took a moment to enjoy the new breeze.

Slinging himself down from astride his horse, he walked a little ways to ease the soreness which had crept throughout his legs. Looking at the vista spread before him, the man known as the Kestrel realized just how much he enjoyed Cythera's beautiful landscapes. Shaking his head at his musings, he climbed back into the saddle, adjusted his hat, and rode on, singing to himself quietly.

As he rode on, his passing was only marked by the thin thread of words gently wafting through the trees.

...tell you 'bout my troubles on that old Cythera trail...

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Growth through the Cross.

(This message has been edited by theKestrel (edited 07-18-2004).)

Bright. Urgh. Kestrel rubbed his sleep filled eyes, smelling the dubious nature of the room which surrounded him. Scratching his head as he rolled out of bed, he ruefully wished he had hit the sack earlier, or at the least, had the presence of mind to close the shutters. Chuckling at his muddled misfortune, he finished packing his things, strapped his sword on, and prepared to leave town.

Riding out of the stable, Kestrel considered what great burdens lay before him. With a big grin, he chuckled to himself, knowing that he didn't have any big burdens. Thinking it had been a long time since he had seen the coastlines to the north, he jumped forward with his horse, enjoying the late morning cool and a gentle breeze.

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Growth through the Cross.

Kestrel was tired and dirty as he rode into town. Of course, his first stop was the Alraeican Tavern. He knew he was just passing through, but he had always enjoyed a good drink at the place in times past.

Tying his horse off, he walked through the doors, caught the barkeep's attention, and was soon sipping on a cold brew, as he put his muddy boots up.

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Legends fade and die.

Thinking for yourself is a wonderful thing.

Yeah, it protects you from magic more effectively.

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Legends fade and die.

Thinking for yourself is a wonderful thing.

Well, this was a nice little post with a few people in it.

I haven't had internet for the past couple months, so nothing really happening with me. I'm just in a comp lab at the moment.

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Legends fade and die.

Thinking for yourself is a wonderful thing.

Just dropping by to say hi.

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Legends fade and die.

Thinking for yourself is a wonderful thing.

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Originally posted by Bryce:
**Why thank you! What part of the history do you want?

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I'd be qualified to write about the first half of part 4.

Also, what exactly does the prehistory of Cythera cover?

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Legends fade and die.

Thinking for yourself is a wonderful thing.