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Post by RakingClaw on Aug 13, 2008 3:20:12 GMT -5
Deep within the bowls of Suthgrund Calidius Triarius Liontius Lupus II paced back and forth in his dimly lit study. Most of the now dying candles had collapsed into piles of smoldering goo dripping their hot wax onto the red oak table they rested on. Ignoring the dimming light Calidius pressed his lips into a hardened scowl over the long burned out pipe in his mouth. His furiously rubbed his paw on his shoulder trying to stem one of the now more constant twangs of pain that had just recently started to plague him. "Winter is coming." He thought glumly. "That will make the Vermin hordes harder to track, I had better inform the owls to keep a sharp eye out." the pain in his shoulder around but forgotten with the depressing thought. He moved to sit in his favorite chair but found it covered in scrolls of maps and troop reports. Growling he brushed them to the floor with a swipe of his paw and was just about to sit down when there came a loud thud on his door. Calidius had just enough time to jump before a young recruit by the name of Maxxon or Marcus he never could remember what burst through his door carrying yet another scroll firmly in his paws. "General!" the soldier bellowed as he stood firmly at attention "Vital news from the underground!"
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