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~Fatalis Maximus~	Jan 27 2009, 11:37 PM
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	Little time had passed since Josh had walked into the tavern to have a drink when three leather-draped figures walked through the doors, the bells jangling as they entered the musky tavern. "Ugh, smells in here," Lira, the only female of the three said. Syril, the tallest of the two males, placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. "I know Lira, but this will be an essential part of learning civilized culture." Breseth, the other male of the group, sporting spiky black hair compared to Syril's long blond, snorted. "If this is civilization, they can keep it to themselves. I'd sooner just kill them all." A portion of the tavern close to the door went silent and stared at the newcomers. Syril elbowed Breseth in the gut, and shot him an irritated look. Breseth sighed, then spoke out over-dramatically, "Oh, but I don't plan on doing that because they're such nice people. Cheers to them! Yes... cheers." The patrons shrugged their shoulders and returned to their drunken stupors. "Seth, you can't do that here! We'll get in trouble!" Lira hissed. Breseth just grunted and walked up to the bar. He sat down beside Josh, called for a drink, then shot a glance at the man. "So, what's your story?" he inquired. (I'll get bio's for the three later on.)
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD

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