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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Dec 27 2010, 03:09 PM


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Dendro the Raider had made a habit of never looking back over his shoulder. In his narrow-minded view, the past, while it influenced events in the future, was not something to be considered once it had occurred. Like any sane being, he knew that no possible way to change what had already passed existed, and so Dendro never reconsidered his actions once he had completed them. Nevertheless, the Raider found his attention directed southwards, his sea-colored eyes fixated on the path that he had taken.

Dendro had not lingered after removing himself from the scene in the Ordon Village and, though he and Viczar both required a lengthier sojourn, had urged his stallion swiftly away from the province. By the outlaw's estimate, Viczar had covered nearly a dozen miles, which had carried them into the vast expanse of Faron Field. There, Dendro had drawn the bay stallion to a halt, and Viczar had willingly complied, for he was just as weary, if not more so, than Dendro.

With the stallion dozing nearby, his head hanging low, Dendro leaned back against the sturdy base of the large tree, one of the many in the vicinity. Though the afternoon was expiring, he had made no move to erect a campsite or move to a more secluded location. For both Dendro and Viczar, this place appeared as restful as any other. I wonder what that stupid rock-eater's doing. Playing games of chance with his new friends in Ordon? The Raider snorted at his own improbably logic and turned his eyes in the opposite direction. His path recently had shifted northwards, and it was the intention of Dendro to continue on that route. Though bereft of allies, Dendro had every intention of renewing an old contact he had once held in Castle City.

That's assuming that I actually make it there. Who knows? Maybe that 'Robe will come back to life and take off me head, or worse turn me into a farm animal. An image of himself transformed into a goat filled his head, and Dendro couldn't help but chuckle. He tipped head back, his dyed hair catching on some of the bark, and continued to grin. His mirth abated, however, when Viczar suddenly snapped to attention, staring at something in the distance.

Swearing as he clambered to his feet, Dendro walked forward several paces, wincing against the pain in his torso. From this distance, the shapes were difficult to discern, but Dendro believed that he recognized the scuttle of some type of monster. It was a group of them, to be certain, but they were several leagues away and moving swiftly towards the northwest. Suspicion clouded Dendro's rugged features, and he instinctively reached for his longbow. The creatures were far out of range and upwind, yet that knowledge did little to comfort him, for Dendro knew that monsters in this region flourished after nightfall.


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Dec 29 2010, 12:13 AM


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Though Dendro the Raider possessed keen eyes, even he was bereft of the ability to clearly view objects across the vast expanse of Faron Field. The sun hung low in the sky to his left, casting shadows across the ground that intertwined with those already cast by the leafy tendrils of the numerous trees. Together they mixed and created an onyx veil across the landscape, therefore making it considerably more difficult to view that which he desired. Combined with the sheer distance of the gap between him and his targets, the late afternoon hour made Dendro's objective unattainable.

Swearing vehemently, the rogue stomped his left foot into the ground and cursed again. Though he had absolutely no idea as to the identity of these creatures, the sheer presence of other beings had represented a potential lead. Dendro suspected these beasts were monsters, devilish denizens of the dark, and thus they were likely being spurred by an outside source. In most cases, the motivator was fresh blood, a prospect which gave a small measure of light to Dendro's seemingly impossible quest.

"T'woulda been be'er if'n I hadn't s'ayed tha' long in tha' stupid place," Dendro said to Viczar, turning to regard the bay stallion. Viczar eyed his master aloofly for a moment and then tossed his head, as if to inform Dendro that he was one of the most senseless people in existence. The Raider smiled wryly in response and returned to his position beneath the tree, carefully lowering himself to the ground. "Don' look a' me like tha'," he chided the horse, "I know wha' Imma doin', ye know."

The stallion did not even flick an ear back to announce that he had registered the words, and Dendro was left to consider the implications of what he intended to accomplish. Ten moths previous, when the Red Raiders had been ambushed, Dendro had been one of the few to escape, though by no means wholly. To his knowledge, both of his lieutenants had either been captured or killed in the chaos. Some of the other members had scattered, he knew, but Dendro was not about to return to the secluded hideaway of the Red Raiders until he was certain that no more assassins hunted him.

Of course, Duzzy and Iron could've made it back already. Dendro abruptly paused and shook his head at the ridiculous optimism. If captured, neither Kyedin Duesternis nor Rajiv Ironfeather, Dendro’s Sheikah and Rito lieutenants, respectfully, would be able to escape unaided, given the nature of Hylian prisons. Of course the possibility existed that the monsters knew something that Dendro didn't, implying that the pair had escaped, but Dendro seriously doubted it.

"They ain' gonna make this easy, righ'?" This time, Viczar lifted his head, and Dendro started to think that he had finally seized upon the truth, until the stallion flared his nostrils. Before he looked in the direction of the stallion's focus, Dendro felt the ground lurch slightly. A low, rumbling sound reached his ears, and Dendro subsequently staggered to his feet, grunting in discomfort and placing a hand on the hilt of his twin scimitars.


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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Grock
Posted: Jan 1 2011, 09:01 PM





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To the unknowing spectator, it might be somewhat unusual to see a rock rolling uphill.

Young master Grock of the Bolderborg family was not an unknowing spectator. He was the rock.

Having escaped Ordon Village well before the angered masses of the town's populace could ready weapons even capable of harming a Goron, and capable of achieving speeds well beyond what mere horses could achieve, Grock found himself following the trail of a seemingly well known wanted man. He couldn't seem to remember the man's name exactly, though he felt that he was close each time he attempted to say it. Thankfully, the man also had a title of sorts, and after much repetition Grock could remember it with relative ease. The Raider, he was called, and by that name he'd be known to the failed apprentice bombsmith.

Gorons seemed to have a natural tendency to slowness, at least when not rolling around. Even Grock, who was slightly above average intelligence for a Goron, had to repeat things in his mind sometimes to solidify them correctly. This repetition was a technique he had picked up since being exiled. Memory ran fast amongst the other races, but Grock had plenty of time to spare when in transit.

In any case, he had faithfully followed The Raider's trail since leaving. He had taken his time at first, hoping to keep enough space between himself and The Raider as to not be detected until they were well away from somewhere a similar conflict to their first meeting could occur. The Raider had left a very difficult trail to follow, but he had left a trail, one that someone in tune with the ground itself would be able to take up. And, Grock felt as though he might soon catch up, now that he had reached open fields and hills.


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Imagine that you messed up so badly that reality stopped working. It's kind of like that, except there's a way to make everything work again behind doors you could never hope to open. Would you not still try?- Grock
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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Jan 2 2011, 12:21 AM


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"Imma knowin' wha' Imma seein', so don' look a' me li'e tha'."

Dendro the Raider, his left hand still set loosely on the hilt of his dastardly twin serpent blades, glared sourly at Viczar, the stallion who had dared to contradict him. Though the horse had continued to stare towards the southeast, he seemed to believe that whatever he detected posed no real threat and so had resumed his nap, though one of his dark ears remained fixated in that direction. However, this was not the response that Dendro the Raider deemed appropriate. Given the precarious nature of his stature with the Hylian authorities, Dendro was not inclined to consider any suspicious creatures or sounds beneficent.

"I don' care wha' ye think, bu' I don' fancy sittin' 'ere forever."

The blunt statement belied the weariness that tugged at Dendro, which seeped behind the copious confidence in his voice. He was well aware that both he and Viczar required rest, yet the thought entered his mind that perhaps a more secluded location would be beneficial, unless they intended to travel at night.

"Would ye 'have those stupid bone dogs come af'er us again?" Dendro asked incredulously, as if the bay stallion could understand his every word. Despite the scars that spiraled up his left hind leg, Viczar, in contrast, seemed perfectly content to continue dozing beside the tree, even if that meant facing the skeletal canine beasts again.

Dendro, on the other hand, had turned his mind to other things. While he did not believe that the disturbance from the southeast represented something to be ignored, he also did not think it something of extreme importance. To him, liberating his comrades from imprisonment posed a far more pressing problem. I'll bet they put Duzzy and Feathers in prisons on opposite sides of the continent, knowing them Councilmen. But knowing Duzzy, they've probably already cut his throat.

Dendro smirked briefly at thought of his comrade, the young flamboyant, eccentric Sheikah Kyedin Duesternis. Kyedin, or Duzzy as Dendro knew him, had a flair for dramatics, women, and represented the antithesis of subtly, most shown by his affinity to dye his hair blue. Raijiv Ironfeathers, his foil, could likely better withstand the rigors of prison without inciting his guards to disembowel him. That knowledge did little to hearten Dendro, for he was aware of how much favor the Red Raiders had gained over the last decade.

"C'mon, Viczar, we can' s'and 'ere all year." Dendro, never one to deliberate over a decision for more than a few minutes, at once decided on his course and bumped the stallion's shoulder, cueing him to move. Viczar immediately raised his head and pinned his ears, defiantly protesting Dendro's command. The Raider promptly turned on his stallion, and after a battle of wills, Viczar reluctantly caved and transitioned, walking in step with Dendro.

Though his body ached from the confrontation with the Goron and the two assassins, Dendro gritted his teeth and pushed forward, as he had learned to do throughout the course of his nearly three decades of life. Turning his back on the noise he had heard towards Ordon, whatever it was, Dendro looked to the northwest and envisioned the outskirts of the Gerudo Desert.


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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Wei Li
Posted: Jan 5 2011, 01:02 AM


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Desert Flower skipped daintily through the foliage that bordered the field, leaving her master to stumble and trip behind her. “I swear, Desi, I am never going to chase you into the woods again. It’s far too great a trouble.” Li called after his Keaton companion, who in response, stopped for a moment. She dropped her head to look after him before swishing her three tails and pouncing forward, diving into a trot. The young thespian frowned at her mockery and grumbled to himself, slapping a few branches from his face and taking larger strides to keep up with her. “….stupid animal is going to be the death of me…” he thought to himself, but let out a sigh of relieve as the undergrowth thinned and gave way to the Faron Fields.

It would be smooth traveling from here on out, provided that Li didn’t happen upon any hooligans, but should that be the case, then his Phoenix Talons would serve him well. As Desi sat a few feet away from him, perhaps waiting for Li to catch up, the warrior took out the small pouch he had been given for delivering a message to some old landlord near the Zora River. It contained a few rupees, enough for about a week’s worth of good food, but not much anything else. He grinned a bit before returning the item to his pocket and continuing on, Desi at his heels.

With his hands behind his back, Li strode confidently through the field, shivering a bit at the chill of the winds. Winter was approaching and it was now that the man began to debate whether he should spend a bit of his cash on a nice, warm traveling cloak. Lost in his thoughts, his feet began to carry him onward without him even noticing where he was, but a soft sound for Desi stirred him and brought him back to reality. Li glanced about for a few moments and lifted one eyebrow. Looking down at Desi, he frowned. “We’re lost again, aren’t we?” The Keaton gave a scoff-like sound and pulled her ears back as she looked back up at him. “It’s your fault too you know….” she appeared to be saying. Li squatted down and stroked head apologetically. “Well, let’s just try and make the most of it, hm?” he smiled and rose once more, putting a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes. “Think you can sniff out a path? Maybe where there has been an abundance of traffic or something… Surely someone had to pass through this way…someone that actually knew what they were doing.”

Snorting, Desi put her nose to the ground and began to sniff for some slight presence. Her tails twitched slightly as she picked up a faint trail and began to follow it. She often times wondered how Li would ever survive without her, but he had saved her before as well, so the Keaton never truly held it against him. Instead, she offered him loyalty and he offered her kindness and protection. As the trail she followed began to grow stronger, she let out a short yip to inform Li that he was to follow her.

As the two ran across the field, Li began to fear that he was being led on another misadventure, having not passed even a single humanoid. But his only hope at the moment was the Keaton and he would have to have some faith in her. Squinting, Li made out the figure of what appeared to be a very, VERY large man, but as he neared, he saw that it was actually two beings, one of a human, the other a horse. “Yes!” Li said quite loudly— perhaps loud enough for the other person to make out vaguely. He took Desi up in his arms and continued toward the man, but at a slower, more leisurely pace.


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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Jan 5 2011, 11:36 PM


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Weariness crept into the stride of Dendro the Raider as he and the bay stallion continued their northwestern trek. It first revealed itself in the slight limp of his right leg, where pain from the healing injuries delivered by those skeletal canines a fortnight ago fired with each step, sending the flare spiraling upwards into his hip. Given the life he had led, it would have posed little challenge for Dendro to ignore such a convenience had not his muscles been transformed into lead. The dull ache that seemed to consume his entire body melded with the flames that had been lit in his abdomen, and Dendro found his stomach lurching as he swore at the sinking sun.

Viczar rotated his left ear to absorb Dendro's words, but the expletive nature of said sounds seemed not to interest the stallion. Just as enthused by the prospect of walking as Dendro, if not more so, Viczar huffed an indignant sigh, as if to question the need for Dendro to vocalize his discomfort.

"I dun need any commen's from ye," Dendro reprimanded sharply, "I can if'n I wan's 'o." The Raider glared at the opinionated stallion, his companion all of these years, for he would not have his resolve questioned. The fact of the matter was that Dendro could in no way afford to rest for a lengthy period of time after what had occurred in Ordon.

And it's not like Rocky's gonna scare any of 'em away, either, unless it's his beauty that does it. Momentarily distracted, Dendro turned his dyed head back and looked in the direction of the village. I wonder if it was really that smelly thing that was following me. Deciding it was not completely relevant, since Dendro knew he had little chance of stopping a Goron's progress, the Raider let the thought fly from his mind, instead focusing on the task that lay before him.

It was at that very moment, when Dendro tried to recall all that he knew about the Gerudos, that Viczar suddenly shied. The stallion dropped his right shoulder instinctively and shifted his weight completely to the left, nearly bumping Dendro in the process. Once he had registered the shock, however, Viczar abruptly rocked back onto his hocks and wheeled, facing the source of the disturbance with all the ire his fifteen years had given him. Dendro, his right hand on the hilt of the twin blades, came around to the stallion's right, his face screwed into a scowl of utmost suspicion. He had heard a noise, perhaps a declaration of some sorts, and could now discern someone walking in his direction.

His stance unusually defensive, Dendro judged the man walking in his direction, carrying some sort of small animal. His pace was slow and leisurely, though that did little to ease the Raider's concerns. In fact, before the man had even covered ten feet Dendro had reached his conclusion, one wrought from his life's belligerent experiences, and drew his scimitars.

"Do ye 'ave anyfing 'o say for yeself 'afore I cu' off yer bloody head?"


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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Wei Li
Posted: Jan 6 2011, 11:33 PM


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The man’s speech seemed rough—much like his appearance—and Li was barely able to make out several of his words. He raised one eyebrow at the man’s actions before letting out a very heavy sigh. “Why is it that of the people I meet, they all either want to kill me or run me off?” He mumbled to himself. The thespian halted and let his arms fall to his sides as the Keaton leapt down and pressed her ears back against her head. What to do what to do… Well, the good thing was that the two men were far enough apart that both had time to respond defensively or aggressively should the other try and rush forward. Though he did not favor combat, Li was nevertheless poised so that he could easily draw his Phoenix Talons in case the need arose. Similarly, the fur on Desi’s back began to prickle up as she let out a soft warning growl. She was quite prepared to take out some ankles if the other man’s hostile attitude did not lessen.

Choosing his words carefully, Li called out to the stranger. “Well, one, we’re lost. Two, I really don’t want to fight you. And three… hello.” The warrior doubted that his words would even begin to soothe the other man. By the looks him, his life had been all but a walk in the park and his actions definitely reflected that. Still, Li maintained his composure and stood confidently attempting to seem neither like a pushover nor like one who jumps at an opportunity to battle. “I swear, these meet and greets are getting stranger every time I have one.” He sighed, looking to Desi. The Keaton gave a little snort and spread her legs so that her attack stance was more stable. Though her companion was apparently focused on appearing as passive as possible, it was within her nature to seem as ferocious as she could in order to frighten off her opponents.


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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Jan 8 2011, 11:49 AM


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Dendro the Raider did not believe in coincidences. To him, the odds of someone aimlessly wandering through Faron Field in the onset of winter in the late afternoon were astronomically long, and Dendro refused to give that possibility even the slightest bit of credence. For he knew that a much more likely possibility existed, one which he had faced too many times. Given everything that had occurred this last year, Dendro could easily guess the true intentions of the man, as well as the amount of money that the Wizzrobe, and whoever their principle employer happened to be, had paid the man.

With Viczar standing defensively at his side, the bay stallion's ears flat against his skull and his posture aggressive, Dendro took a step forward, though his stance remained uncharacteristically defensive. The animal that the man had been carrying, which Dendro now recognized as a Keaton, jumped down from its master's arms and faced Dendro angrily. The sight of the small animal intending to battle him amused Dendro slightly, though the Raider reminded himself not to cave to distraction. Instead, he considered the lies woven around the man's words.

He must have some kind of confidence if he hasn't even drawn his weapons. Either that or he is a complete fool. Suddenly leery of another ambush, Dendro cast quick glances to his periphery on either side, but failed to see anything of consequence. If he's come after me, then he isn't working alone. Better that I should rid myself of this one before his friends get here. Dendro considered the logic, which seemed perfectly sound to him, yet he was also forced to include the reality of the situation. Given what he intended to accomplish, he knew that he could not afford to expend energy that he did possess on this man.

Maybe I can lure this fool into an attack; at least that would rid me of him sooner. Dendro, primarily an offensive creature, lived for control of the engagement, but he realized that he had to make an exception in this situation. Lowering the tips of his wicked scimitars slightly, Dendro assessed the man. His muscles were relaxed, though the Raider knew that could quickly change, and he appeared to be only a few years younger than Dendro himself.

"Does ye 'ave a good reason 'o be ou' 'ere?" he questioned angrily, hoping his ruse would succeed before the man's cohorts arrived.


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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Wei Li
Posted: Jan 8 2011, 04:08 PM


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((OoC: You used Raz’s horse name instead of Vizcar. Just so you know. Hahaha))

Li observed as the man glanced about cautiously, like a meek creature who believed all the world was against him. The warrior concluded that it was going to take more than just words to prove that he wasn’t a threat. Taking a small step back as the other male lowered his blades, Li put the index and middle finger of this right hand up to his temple and crossed his left arm over to rest on his right bicep.

“I just told you that we are lost.” He gave another sigh. “Look, I just delivered some letter to an old disgruntled landlord after having been run off by some acting troupe.” Li wondered why he didn’t go ahead and attack or just turn around and ignore the actor as he went on his way. Giving a low bow, but keeping his eyes on the man should he decide to try anything, Li continued. “One out of work thespian at your service. My main focuses are grace, beauty, and peace.” He rose from his obeisance and dramatically extended his wrist outward, his palm to the sky and his fingers, save for his index and middle ones, curled slightly. “Of course, I suppose I have to say that though I prefer to avoid combat and conflict, I am by no means a pushover.” Li didn’t want to encourage the man, but he didn’t want him to think that he was a wuss—which may just give the stranger all the more reason to try and obliterate him as an easy target. A thought then occurred to him: "Goddess Din! What if this man is some dangerous murderer?!"

As the man’s steed took up a defensive stance, Desi shifted her attention to the horse. Though she was small, she had the heart of a Lionel and about the temperament of one when she was angered. As she growled even more, her lips curled into a snarl, her sharp canines bared. Her hair and stance became even more rigid as she tried to press her ears even more onto her head. Li noticed her actions, but didn’t dare to interfere; he knew better than to get in the way of an angry beast, especially one with a Napoleon complex.


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Dendro the Raider
Posted: Jan 8 2011, 11:59 PM


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((Heh...thanks for that. Tis fixed. wink.gif ))

The explanation that the man offered sounded honest, albeit rehearsed, yet it only served to further heighten the boundless suspicions of Dendro the Raider. To think that someone would willingly portray someone, not to mention enjoy such a pointless endeavor, flew in the face of Dendro's narrow-minded views, which always demanded that he work to satisfy his own secular desires or those of the Red Raiders. He had seen actors before, particularly upon his occasional forays inside of Castle City itself, but had never even considered conversing with one, for it was impossible to understand why a person would willingly entertain another, why they would subject themselves to derisive scrutiny.

Dendro's confusion flashed briefly across his weathered face and caused him to stiffen instinctively. At least he has some combat experience...that is better than facing a sorcerer. By Din I hate them! Forcing himself to relax, lest he alert anyone else in the vicinity, Dendro attempted to appear in control. The other man had assumed a stance that was hardly threatening at all but in keeping with his theatrical occupation. Dendro considered the idiocy of allowing one's chest to become so vulnerable, though that thought forced him also to include a possible voice of truth in his calculations.

"You expec' me 'o believe tha' you's los'?" he asked, eying the man cautiously. "If ye are, then why don' ye 'ell me who ye are? Maybe Imma knowin' summon who help ye."

The bluff was poor and the lie absolute, but Dendro had no intention of surrendering any ground. To his left, Viczar snorted in warning at the Keaton, popping onto his hind legs. In a territorial display, the bay stallion slapped his front hooves down on the ground, the left after the right, and came forward several steps, instinct commanding that he protect his herd, which at the moment consisted only of Dendro.

"Don' play wi' ca's, Viczar," scolded Dendro, glancing at the horse. Immediately, the Raider switched his sea-colored eyes back to the warrior. "I don' dou' tha' ye can handle yerself, but I ain' wai'in' forever. I migh' even know how to ge' ou' o' 'ere, if'n I believe you."


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Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead, such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead
This moment, the dawn of humanity
Last ride of the day!
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