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Tomorrowland (Legion Meeting)

Mandatory



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
800
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
538
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
01-24-2020, 05:21 PM
Álarr trudged slowly to the meeting, wincing as he went. Despite his knowledge of herbs it seemed soreness was unavoidable after a big fight and he'd had two. All in all though he was proud of himself for having beaten at least one of the viking raiders. Afi paced behind him and Bryhildr flew above. He kept quiet. In truth he wasn't in a mood to chat or shoot the breeze but he was curious what the meeting would be about. Was it going to be about the raid and the results of that or was something else going on?

When he arrived he quickly settled down and glanced curious at Tyrian. What was he doing sitting over there?