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Post by Baltor on Apr 7, 2007 10:01:19 GMT -5
The sun was just coming over the horizon when Baltor's portal opened. He yawned for a moment, still a bit tired from having been up all the previous night going over plans. A small voice had been tickling his brain, telling him of the layout of the castle. The voice sounded familiar but just barely. He shook his head, trying to clear it of that pesky voice. It had started to bother him after that run in with that red head at the Solarian Princess Ball. What a mess.
He strode purposefully towards the castle, his eyes alight with "mischief". He knew what he was doing, and revelled in it. He was going to cause the most amount of pain for the most amount of his pleasure.
Once Eraklyon fell, it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the realms fell.
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