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Post by Lyonel on Nov 28, 2012 17:40:27 GMT -5
A lake with dozens of marvelous swans, it's located inside of the castle. It's held by the lords of Stonehelm as the Weirwoods of the northern lords.
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Post by Lyonel on Nov 28, 2012 17:47:06 GMT -5
Sim sat on his wheelchair appreciating a good arbor gold. He was positioned in his usual place, where he could watch everything that happened in the lake, he dreamed of someday be able to fly as the majestic swans... He liked to be alone once in a while, as the lake was exclusiveness of the Lord's family and as Lord Burton spent hours in his zoo and the rest of the family seemed not to care about it's existence the lake was perfect...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 17:58:33 GMT -5
"Maybe one day your dreams will became true Sim" Aleister walked and put a hand on Sim's Shoulder.
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Post by Lyonel on Nov 28, 2012 18:11:15 GMT -5
He didn't even look up to Fell, he continued to stare at the lake. "Perhaps, my lord... What brings you to Stonehelm, Grandmaster?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2012 17:32:55 GMT -5
"Oh many things Sim: you,Lord Swann,discuss matters of the cult mainly." he said glancing at the lake
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