ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 12:18:57 GMT by celestine
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 12:17:21 GMT by celestine
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A black wyvern. Talk was that the Middle Floors of the Dungeon were swarming with nasties, nasties in which the gods had deemed were needed to be slaughtered by their respective familia. Yet it was the recounting of a black wyvern that had Celestine’s ears perking . Her heartbeat peaking. Her heels bouncing with a barely restrained eagerness. She didn’t really know what the key differences between a wyvern and a dragon were – maybe if she had been brought up among other manakete, taught their lore and their history, she might have known. But she wasn’t. And she didn’t. And decided that talk about the creature being impossibly strong was all that was important, all that mattered to her. Enough to have her commit herself and her blades to such a deadly challenge. Though, she supposed that she’d still tell Polemos in the aftermath that she’d fought for his glory. Maybe she’d bring him back a souvenir – some nasty’s head that he could mount all prettily somewhere. It was an hour or so after dawn, the sky a pale wispy blue of an early morning, and the leggy manakete stood at the first of many stairs leading to the Dungeon’s entrance. Her heavy raven locks fell unbound to her hips and swayed, to a passing breeze, and to the restless motion of her bouncing from one step to the next. Finger-less leather gloves stretched from her knuckles up to mid-forearm, and the beast-like claws of her fingers drummed without any discernible rhythm against the clouded-grey hind of her breeches. The sleeves of her plunging-collared shirt were an even paler shade of grey and ruffled, the material whispering along to her restlessness. Joined by a likewise quiet echo from an assortment of gemstones decorating her throat, her earlobes. The somewhat weighty twin scimitar secured to her left hipbone via a dark sash. ”Ugh!” The swell of her lips were pressed into an unimpressed pout as she arched her neck, her snake-like hues glancing up at the sky, to the pale sun. She was growing more and more impatient waiting on the three whom she was meant to descend into the Dungeon with. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 8:49:23 GMT by celestine
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edited on Mar 12, 2019 8:51:57 GMT by celestine
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”Only if it’s soup. Or a stew.”She didn’t hear the discomfort, the aching resulting from bruising, battery, within the underlying of his voice. Didn’t notice the stiffness of his movements, as Celestine was already in motion. First snatching up her cloak, throwing the velvet over her shoulders, her claws easily fixing its buckle into place. Then, her steps every bit as quick, all energetic excitement, she was standing before the fire. Picking up the metal tin, just as instructed. And then reaching for the roasting fish. She hesitated, her fingertips reaching. The heat of the fire at first warm but quickly verging on becoming uncomfortable, a warning that would all too quickly burn. Celestine, however, took another moment to sniff, to breathe in the aroma, just as she had earlier. The rain was causing the flames to hiss, in a fashion much as the manakete could imagine of the roasted snake, smoke becoming thickest around the hissing wood. In that moment, in the aftermath of victory, of compliments, and the continuation of good company, everything seemed so perfect. Deserving of being appreciated. However, she had to remember that the food wasn’t just hers. And Euron mightn’t have liked the taste of rain in his meal. ”Okay, got the fish … snake … snake-fish!” Holding the plate out before her, her claws holding to its edges and their cooked meal resting within the tin’s center, Celestine hurried over to where Euron stood at his tent. Holding its flap back, for her to enter first. ”Thanks,” she grinned, her canines flashing, but only briefly, as she quickly ducked low to get inside. It was drier, warmer within the tent and, placing their meal down to the side of her, Celestine immediately ran her claws through the heavy mass of her hair, shaking as much rain from it as she could. Then she quickly went through the pouch-like bag, worn at her hip, pulling out what few belongings that she had been keeping within it. Crumpled parchment. Some jewelry. A half-eaten baked treat beginning to lose its freshness. A somewhat light coin-purse. An empty flask. Then a second flask. The second she shook, gnawing lightly at her lip. Only to smile, relieved to find that it was mostly full. ”Phew.” Mostly whispered to herself, Celestine began to shove everything else back into her bag, only to abruptly pause, her eyebrows furrowing, worried. It only just beginning to dawn on her that the tent was somewhat small. It fit her, her knees bent, her tail twisted around her. But Euron was large, large for a human too. And the rain was doing that thing again, where it seemed to want to drown everything and everyone. Nudging the tent’s flap to the side, Celestine could see that Euron was already its victim. His broad back facing her as he sat before the fire, his outgrown dark hair clung to the nape of his neck, drenched. Celestine gnawed unhappily at her lip, unable to think of how to make the shelter big enough for them both. It would have been easier if he was a dwarf. Or two heads shorter. Clapping her hands together tightly, she held them close to her mouth, whispering, ”Poly?”. Honestly, she didn’t really understand how praying worked – how gods worked, the extent and nature of their abilities. She paused, uncertain. ”Polemos?” She hoped for a response. Yet, didn’t know what sort of response she could hope for – a whisper on the wind? For the golden-haired war-deity to suddenly appear before her? For the responsive crack of lightning? Another pause, then she whispered, ”Um. If you can hear me, maybe you could do me a favor?” Silence, save for the heavy echo of the rain. ”Right, um, it’s just a small favor. Maybe you could … make the rain stop or – or make the tent bigger or even just make my new friend smaller – just temporarily though. You’re pretty strong so …”Celestine held her breath, waiting. For the rain to stop. For the tent to abruptly grow in size. For something ”… Poly?”She waited a few moments longer. Yet still nothing happened, changed. Releasing her pending breath in a heavy and disappointed gusto, Celestine dropped her hands back to her side. Either her god hadn’t heard her prayer, or he felt that she needed to resolve her own problem. Celestine was unsure which of those was likely the case. Getting to her feet, half-stooped as she stayed within the tent, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head before stepping out into the rain. And crossing the short space to both the fire and Euron. As she approached, Celestine could hear, above the rain and the hissing fire, music, of him singing. She didn’t recognize the song, it wasn’t like the low, slow and somber melody that most dwarven ballads followed. What Euron sung of seemed to be of the sea. Celestine knew very little of the sea, could barely imagine such a large expanse of water, so the music seemed strange to her ears. Yet beautiful in its own way. Without a word, Celestine pressed her body up against his back, half-leaning over one of his toned shoulders as she unfastened her cloak, half-shrugging it off whilst spreading it out as much as she could. So that it could keep the rain off of her and him both, somewhat clumsily. ”I like this song,” she grinned. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
played by
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 5:10:26 GMT by celestine
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A dirty fighter. Breathing deeply of the wet, frigid air, now that her figure was no longer constricted, Celestine ran her hands down the fabric of her shirt, smoothing out its wrinkles, the pale ache from the human male’s hold. Her amber gaze observed how he gasped, panted, as he knelt. Body hunched, recovering from her tail’s final strike. She tilted her head gently, thoughtfully – did she fight dirty? Her horns and her tail had always been useful, so too her claws. They had always needed to be, obvious as they were, unique as they were. It only made sense to use them in a fight, to determine to win when in a fight. But maybe fighting outside of Rhondda was done differently, like a game with a unique set of rules. Maybe should have asked such a question, further back along the road when such a question could have been asked. ”I won, right?” That for now was the most pressing question. And that had the raven-haired manakete bouncing, again on the heels of her boots, her arms moving, shuffling, waving in a small and entirely impromptu dance. ”Yesss – hail the great and powerful Firebrand! Whoohoo!” Laughing, even the cold splattering of the rain, becoming less of a drizzle and more of a shower, couldn’t dampen her mood. Though, she became a bit more serious at the mention of rice. ”Oh, I can help.” Dropping to kneel beside him, Celestine looked to Euron, earnest but for her sunny smile. ”I haven’t done any cooking in … in, um …” She looked thoughtful, pondering for a moment. In truth, she’d never actually done any sort of cooking at all. Yet, before she could admit to that, his groan distracted her, had her smile twisting crookedly, almost apologetic. ”You need a tail – they’re pretty useful.” She curled the white-scaled length of her tail around her left thigh, drumming her claws against her scales once, then twice. ”Don’t worry, a lot of the boys that I grew up with totally made the same mistake at first too – but, after a few hits to the head they eventually learned. You seem way more capable though, I bet next time we wrestle I won’t be able to pull the same thing.”She smiled more broadly, encouragingly. ”So, Euron, how do we make rice?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 8:56:01 GMT by celestine
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Delight broke across her face, her cheeks flushing noticeably. ”Really, truly?” She gasped, half-laughed. Her slender, clawed fingertips once against steepling as she held her hands close to her lips, her grin not relinquishing any of the joy that his words had invoked within her. ”You think it’s a great name?” As much as she had liked her own self-appointed moniker, “ the Mountain Dragon,” those whom she had told it too had not seemed as impressed. She had rather thought that the same would ring true now, but instead he’d called it “ fancy.” Scary as well – pretty-sounding and unnerving was always what she had been hoping for, what made for truly heroic or legendary names. ”I like your name too, Euron War tooth. It sounds super tough,” she offered, bouncing on the heels of her boots, her skin still flushed. The tearing fabric of his shirt followed. Falling droplets of rainwater immediately splattered and trickled down hardened muscle, his exposed and defined pectoral muscles, and Celestine pursed her lips, to whistle a low, drawn-out melody. ”And you’re super strong too.”Perhaps she should have stopped admiring him, stopped basking in the delight of his compliment, and taken his challenge more seriously, for all too suddenly there was a sharp tightness around her midriff, her air stifled by the pressure of strong muscle. Of his arms enfolding her, crushing her, lifting her up off the ground. Her heels kicked as she gasped for breath. ”Ow – was what she wanted to say, but couldn’t catch her breath. So instead she writhed, attempted to twist in his hold. She threw her head back and, with reckless force, smashed her forehead down against his. Only, she possessed horns, curved ram-like beauties, whereas, being human, he did not. Without any hesitation, she made to smash her head against his once again. She could feel him trying to maneuver her to the ground, to pin himself down on top of her, but she also knew that her horns were likely to make his vision swim, to at least give him added trouble in holding her still and in-place. She twisted her body again, not quite to break out of his grip but to better maneuver her tail. To lash its length and width against his gut in a sharp slam. To then follow through with a second tail-lashing but instead aimed at his lower extremity. The dwarven wrestling that Celestina had learned was somewhat rough. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 6:20:57 GMT by celestine
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edited on Mar 7, 2019 6:22:50 GMT by celestine
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Serpent and fish. Celestine was familiar with both but she couldn’t say that she’d ever eaten snake before. And the dark arches of her eyebrows furrowed gently, her mouth pinching as she pictured a snake. Long, much longer than her own arm in length. Its form twisting, slithering along the forest dank, dull brown scales yearning to bask beneath sunlight. A dark forked tongue ever in motion so as to taste approaching threats, as of yet ignorant of the hunter that stalked it. Meant to roast its meat over a fire. Meat that continued to smell really, really good. As appetizing as the familiar saltiness of the fish. ”Well, it smells delicious,” she enthused, though found herself gasping at a sudden thought. Her body leaning forward, closer towards him, her snake-like eyes bright with excitement, her voice growing louder with enthusiasm. ”Ooh, is it poisoned – like a fun poison?” Realizing that that warrantied further explanation, she quickly added, ”like a game. Testing to see who can eat the most before getting sick.”. That sounded fun, she really wanted to play. Though, her grin faltered and her eagerness quickly dampened as he suddenly brought his voice to shout back at her. His expression mean, accusing. Even as he called her beautiful. ”So …” Her voice was small, uncertain. Her head was tilted slightly, her fingers traced the pale edge of one of her horns as her gaze, regarding him, seemed to be confused, cautious. ”You think I’m … beautiful?” She dropped her gaze, her hand likewise moving to the clasp of her cloak, and a smile teased at the corners of her mouth as her fingertips played at the metal. ”It’s my cloak,” she insisted, almost shyly. ”See this buckle? It’s real silver. It was a gift from my parents – I think it’s beautiful too.”She really and truly did, which was why she held out her palm, gesturing for him to stop, to pause. ”Wait – wait – wait!” Fiddling with the silver, she unfastened the clasp and, shifting and rolling her shoulders, removed her cloak. Bundling it in her hands, she set it aside. ”Okay, that’s better,” she grinned as she turned back towards him, satisfied that her cloak would be safe, resting her hands against the curves of her waist. ”I guess we can scrap now – once we’ve decided on names.” That’s how she and all the pig-headed dwarven boys had always wrestled – with agreed upon names that could be shouted, to better crow the victor. She eyed him, expectedly. ”Celestine – the mount –” By force of habit, she’d almost called herself “ the mountain dragon,” but, away from her underground home it no longer sounded as impressive, kind of dumb actually. Gnawing at her lip gently, she thought for a moment. And then smirked. ”Actually, call me ‘Celestine, the firebrand,’ okay?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
played by
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 4:21:03 GMT by celestine
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Rain was – well. It was weird. Water that fell from up-high, a ceiling of clouds. Ever inconsistent, sometimes little more than a spittle, speckling the manakete’s cheeks and long hair with small cool droplets. Other times it poured, doused and seemed almost intent on drowning, soaking every last inch of her. Since leaving Rhondda, the rain had been mercifully scarce. Although the tips of her ears still turned pink upon recounting the expressions upon the humanoid faces of merchants who she had encountered early on. How they had gawked at the manakete’s open-mouthed gaping and shouts at the dark clouds that had all-too-suddenly opened up before her, and drenched all around. In Celestine’s defense, weather tended to be rather secular within the underbelly of a mountain. She still wasn’t quite used to it, how fickle weather actually could be, despite having now been on the road for a number of weeks. She shivered as a sharp gust of wind picked up, howled within her ears. Not at the sound but at how cold it felt against her skin, how it seemed to seep deeply to her bones. She tugged her travelling cloak tighter, sniffed almost miserably. Only for the golden depths of her eyes to spark, a soft appreciative sound wriggled up her throat – there was something nice, carried on the wind. Smoky. Salty. It coaxed the manakete’s mouth to water, chased off the weight of the road and the cold. Urged her to follow her nose. So she did. Not all that quietly. Leaving the road, to follow the enticing scent into underbrush and foliage, quickly dirt began to cake along her boots, the cuffs of her pants. Leaves and similar tufts of greenery became caught by the hem of her cloak, within the long dark strands of her hair. Her heels snapped twigs with almost every step, cuffing the edges of roots, splashing shallow puddles. Yet, in showing no sense of reserve, it didn’t take long for Celestine to stumble across the somewhat hidden camp, her snake-like eyes immediately focusing upon the lit fire, caring for little else. With an elated grin and a short laugh she half-sprinted ahead, crouching before the licking flames. Palms held up, appreciative for a moment as the gnawing ice within her bones began to recede, she then pressed her hands together, fingertips steepling. ”Mmm … this is so nice.” Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply, enjoying how that enticing aroma was made all the headier now that she could see exactly what it was that had been left to roast. ”And it smells so nice too.”Opening her eyes and turning her head, her face warmed by the fire’s glow, only then did Celestine seem to take notice of the human whose campsite that she had barged into, and who was kneeling in the dirt right beside her. If his powerful build and the sharpened edge of an axe, set down within his reach, weren’t enough to paint an intimidating picture, the dreadful scars that crawled up the side of his face should have unnerved, made it blatantly obvious that he was no ordinary traveler. Yet, acknowledging his axe with a curious glint, those snake-like hues settled upon his face, followed by Celestine offering a wide smile. ”Oh, hi – sorry for barging in. What’s for dinner?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
played by
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 2:08:10 GMT by celestine
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For a brief time, the Hostess was glorious. Wood was splintered, cracked with sharply audible jolts, breaking like thunder over the thick wet impact of fists smacking against flesh and muscle, of blood spitting and flecking, of spit-sprayed lips forming groans, curses and battle-cries. Tankards and plates not tailored with iron-banding shattered against the tiles, beneath uncaring feet, shards alike snowflakes, each broken and abandoned in unique placement. And then there was the proprietor, the roughest of them all. His dwarven cusses and threats stirred within Celestine nostalgia of being home. It was rather bittersweet to watch the amazoness being rather literally thrown out, a shadow of order reinforced by the still cussing dwarf. Her eyes sought the manakete’s snake-like eyes from across the room, Celestine having sat herself across from the were wolf, playing at inconspicuousness. In the other’s eyes there was a cold fury, a promise of pay-back with added interest. Celestine only smirked in return, her hand raised, clawed fingertips wiggling a farewell. ”Oh, I’m Celestine.” At the were wolf’s introduction Celestine all but forgot about her potential enemy. Leaning forward, elbows perched on top of battered wood, she outstretched a hand, the golden depths of her gaze bright, chipper. ”Nice to meet you, Aya.”Her gaze shifted, admiring the blush of purple and black already forming across the other’s fair complexion, nicks and cuts already beginning to scab over. ”That was pretty good, huh?” The points of her teeth flashed as she grinned, proudly. ”Definitely a more lively place now – which, you know, is great. Every bar needs two things –“ She held up both her index and middle fingers ”– booze and brawling. Can’t have one without the other.”Celestine didn’t pay much attention to a metallic echo. Neither to the added softer thumping that followed. Yet it was rather impossible not to take notice of the body that smacked down and across the table that both girls sat at, breath forced from his lips in a painful gasp. Or not to be impressed by the fist that further sank into his gut. Plucking her lips, Celestine whistled, slow and softly, impressed as was the look that she spared to the prum, one foot pressing down upon the defeated male, as if he were little more than a beast that she had triumphed over. ”Oh, no-no-no apologies needed,” Celestine shook her head vigorously, her long raven locks dancing softly from her animated motion. ”I’m impressed not offended – hey –“ she prodded a nail at the wheezing male, voice dropping, almost at a whisper ”– were you rude? Did you say something mean? Don’t you know that people usually want to punch you in the face when you say dumb things?”Drawing her hand away, Celestine was quiet for a moment as her gaze moved between Aya and the new stranger. Dwelling upon the offer of food, and upon Aya’s earlier promise of drink. Slowly, a smile broke out upon her lips once more, albeit softer. Hopeful. ”Is this … are we all going to be friends now?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 5, 2019 12:14:50 GMT by celestine
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Celestine wasn’t drunk – or, at least, not drunk enough. Sure her body felt a bit lighter than she could normally recall, her mind’s ability to recall albeit slower, a subtle difference. And her fair complexion felt warmer, flushed. But her attention could not be distracted by how unnaturally civil the Hostess was. Populated by locals and wayward travellers alike and yet all were nursing their booze at their respective tables, no-one treading into another’s personal space. Voices raised were done so in boisterous conversation or even more boisterous singing, not to slander or to provoke. Truly, it was downright boring. A disgrace. The beer and spirits served weren’t watered down it was true, but one-too-few had been served to the raven-haired and pale-horned manakete. And so she found herself being shoved roughly into an opposing table. Her sharp canines flashing with her grin, both impressed by the gall of the seething amazoness, and by the creative cussing of an ashen-haired were wolf whose table she’d disturbed. ”Oof. My bad,” Celestine half-laughed as she straightened her stance, her hands smoothing out the wrinkles of her shirt. ”Or – I guess – yours?” She turned and arched a brow at the furious amazoness. ”Kinda overreacting there, don’t you think?” The corners of Celestine’s grin grew, widened. Taunting. ”I told you to shut up,” the other woman countered, growled. To which amber snake-like eyes blinked once, then twice. ”But why – I mean, anyone would be curious, you know? You amazons don’t have boy-amazons, so you kinda have to breed with others.” She paused, delicately. ”So … I guess that was a ‘no’ to your daddy being a boaz then?” Another pause, her grin twisting to an outright smirk. ”What about a runarl?”For a second time the same amazoness sprung at Celestine, though this time her hands were clenched into capable fists – and the manakete was better prepared. Agilely twisting her body, side-stepping and dropping behind the earlier were wolf, Celestine avoided the attack meant for her. Unfortunately, those at a second table could not say the same. And a cacophony of heavy wooden tables and chairs collapsing to the floor, of cutlery and tankards spilling and the angry protests of those badgered, struck and doused with their own food and drink broke the previous calm. Celestine laughed, satisfied. Turning her head, to catch the were wolf’s eye, she winked, impishly. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 5, 2019 9:25:28 GMT by celestine
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edited on Mar 5, 2019 9:28:07 GMT by celestine
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