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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 1:57:37 AM
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"Nobody deserves a faith such as that. To be haunted by a blackness that you cannot escape. The dojo is a worthy place to assist. And you will be put on trial to determine what is your fault and what is not." [i]Alexander stated, spinning the blade in his hand and taking another step forward, keeping the tip pointed toward the ground.
Elizabeth however, stayed back a few feet in a defensive stance, eyeing Abram wearily. [/i]
English
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[i]Abram remained silent, as that swirling emblem of his tribulation would descend back into an ashy black color, beefier slowly turning back into it's regular grey shade. Finally, the crimson knight would release a muffled, dreary sigh from his greathelm.[/i] "...You would traverse all the way back for one such as I. I implore you to finish your quest, whatever it may be, ser Alexander. With or without my presence."
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"..." [i]Alexander fell into a silence, taking a few steps back toward Elizabeth. The two turned around and jogged toward their horses, looking back at Abram for a moment. If he was to do something, now would be the time. [/i]
