Winged Oracle - Prologue-“You don’t need him for anything…let him go.” A darkly tanned, black haired man called out, as a pale figure was tossed around a group of burly elves and drows, the youth’s hands seemed to be tied with elvish rope, and his eyes, mouth and nose covered by cloth, stifling his breathing and deadening his cries for freedom. This is what happens with potential enemies vouch together and make a pact, one, that wishes to rid the world of the human race, and any resistance that they pose. When a small group of rebels ambushed their armies supplies they knew what to do, they knew how to turn the tables and they did, more than successfully, risking manWinged Oracle - Prologue-
Randomness of Randomness Stooff.
Wow!
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Hope is only lost, when you entirely give up trying.
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I...I'm sorry...I'm in love with..the sea o.O...
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Hope is only lost, when you entirely give up trying.
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Comedy is in the eye of the Beholder... so get a group of adventurers together and attack that dungeon!
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Hope is only lost, when you entirely give up trying.
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This is Kristina's witty and brilliant signature. XD!
I love Napoleon.
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Hope is only lost, when you entirely give up trying.
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