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  1. Back In the Saddle It's been a while since I've been on this site. But with the school year winding down and having new-found free time I'm glad to say... I've already started brainstorming new Ideas for RPs and I can't wait to get back into the swing of things. If you'd like to do any stories with me or have anything you wanna say to me feel free to leave a comment or send me a message.
  2. I'll put Prime Meridian up for it. He's an ex-merchant down on his luck and trying to get back in the grey. A serious injury during a vacation is just what he needs! Injury: Fractured front right hoof.
  3. Abbot looked on as the scene downstairs continued. He heard the voice of the Pegasus that was singing and without taking his eyes off of the downstairs floor said, [colour=#afeeee]“Hopefully in better terms thanks to your friend Muggo’, I must say you are quite a good singer for somepony who doesn’t know any Itailian. My name is Abbot”[/colour] he said extending for a hoof-shake. He listened to Swift as he went on now turning to face Dunder. [colour=#afeeee]“Your friend is quiet the friendly one.”[/colour] he said jokingly,[colour=#afeeee] “Is he usually that way? Or is it just around new faces?”[/colour] He nodded to Fire as Muggo’ spoke his name. [colour=#afeeee]“No need to rush, time is something we have to spare, it would seem.”[/colour] He picked up his mug and finished off another drink, [colour=#afeeee]“I must say, this is a very good drink Mr. Muggo’. Do you make this or is it bought?”[/colour] Abbot looked over to Quillhart as he offered to leave them. [colour=#afeeee]“Actually… if you’re interested, I could use someone that has a bit of knowledge on ancient cultures and you look like you can handle yourself. If you’d be willing to go to Itaily I can pay for your ticket and give you salary.”[/colour]
  4. Abbot rubbed the back of his head with a hoof as he spoke. [colour=#add8e6]“Well, when I first started testing there was an issue with one of the ingredient. Instead of carbon gas to make the soda bubbly I unintentionally… used helium.”[/colour] He became a bit red. [colour=#add8e6]“No one was harmed but the side effects where rather... surprising. The pony wasn’t all too happy about it either. But if I ever need to be able to float I guess I have this.”[/colour] He raised a bottle from his saddle bag and showed it to the others, it had a sticker with a single balloon on it. [colour=#add8e6]“The problems fixed now so no need to worry.”[/colour] He said quickly hoping that he hadn’t scared them out of eating the food. “[colour=#add8e6]Anyway, thanks for the compliments Licorice. Pocket is somewhat correct though, it took a lot of practice to get these to where they are now. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never burnt my tongue testing those pasties. Even now after a few years I still occasionally blow something up.”[/colour] He took another bite out of the pastry. [colour=#add8e6]“So Licorice, what got you into potion brewing?”[/colour]
  5. http://www.canterlot...271-riff-ready/ There was the knock of a hoof on the door. [colour=#ffa500]“COME IN!”[/colour] A large blue earth pony came in.[colour=#0000ff] “Hey.”[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]“Hey Kick-pedal, what-cha want?”[/colour] the earth pony handed him a paper. Riff grabbed the paper from him and began to scan it. Part-way through he quickly looked up, [colour=#ffa500]“No no no no no.”[/colour] [colour=#0000ff]“Yes.”[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]“No!”[/colour] [colour=#0000ff]“Yes, you’ve got nothing else to do.” [/colour]Rift looked to his friend,[colour=#0000ff] [/colour][colour=#ffa500]“Why don’t you or screech go, or even Bridge?”[colour=#0000ff] [/colour]The earth pony sighed,[/colour][colour=#0000ff] “Me and bridge are making a public appearance and screech is busy. So unless you want to go with us-.”[/colour] Rift quickly shook his head. [colour=#0000ff]“Then you’re goin’ on a date.”[/colour] [colour=#282828][colour=#000000]Hi there! [/colour][colour=#000000]Thank you for choosing One Plus Another, Equestria's choicest blind-date and matchmaking service! Just a few minutes of your time, and you'll be on your way to finding that special match chosen just for you! Please answer the following truthfully, and to as much detail as you think is necessary![/colour] Name : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Rift[/colour] [colour=#282828]Gender : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Male[/colour] [colour=#282828]Gender preference (Optional) : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Mares[/colour] [colour=#282828]Location :[/colour][colour=#ffa500] Currently traveling[/colour] [colour=#282828]Age : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Young Stallion[/colour] [colour=#282828]Species : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Pegasus[/colour] [colour=#282828]Species preference (Optional) : Cutie-Mark (Optional) : [/colour][colour=#ffa500]Bass Guitar[/colour] [colour=#282828]How would you describe yourself, physically?[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]I'm in good shape, not very muscular but more lean, I have brown hair, brown eyes and an orange coat. I'm a little bit shorter than average. And I guess I look fairly attractive.[/colour] [colour=#282828]How would you describe your personality[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]I'm out going. I like to just enjoy myself and not worry about who's watching. I like to make jokes a lot. I'm usually very outgoing and easy to please.[/colour] [colour=#282828]What things in life are important to you? [colour=#ffa500]I guess that would be my family, my friends, maybe my career._ I'm a musician, for me music just made sense. I found ponies that felt_ the same way and we just did what we loved. That worked for us because_ it was what felt right._[/colour] What's your idea of the ideal first date? [colour=#ffa500]I show up with some flowers maybe. We go see a movie. Get to know each other a little better over dinner. We go sight seeing around the town. If she likes dancing we can go to one of the local dance clubs or a fancy ball if that's the type of dancing she likes. I'd save the kiss for later on in the date and only if it felt like the right thing to do.[/colour] What are you looking for? [colour=#ffa500]Somebody than likes to have fun, being interested in any type of music would be nice,_ any personality that isn't just out-right rude is fine.[/colour] Anything else you think we should know? [colour=#ffa500]The main reason I'm sending this in is because my friends think I should get out and date more. If you could look for someone with less experience as well I think it might be easier for myself if not both of us.[/colour] [colour=#000000]You're done! Just mail this to Matchie at One Plus Another, 413 Saltyhoof lane, Fillydelphia, EQ, and we'll get back to you as soon as we can! Have a wonderful day![/colour][/colour] [colour=#282828]​[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]"There... happy?"[/colour] he said handing back the paper. [colour=#0000ff]"Exuberant."[/colour] [colour=#ffa500]"What?"[/colour] [colour=#0000ff]"Never mind."[/colour]
  6. Thanks for the clarifications on the age and name. Fixed it.
  7. added some more detail to how he acts. let me know if there's anything else you have suggestions on.
  8. Several of the ponies seemed to be uncomfortable with trying the food. Abbot wasn’t entirely surprised, he had given the offer several times before and always the majority was untrusting. Though two of the ponies where willing to try it, Licorice Black and Razor Gears, on the condition that he could see somepony else eat it first for Razor. [colour=#add8e6]“Well that’s very kind of you,”[/colour] Abbot pulled out a clipboard with a piece of paper on it and a pen, [colour=#add8e6]“if you'd like to help it would be much appreciated.”[/colour] He gave the clipboard and pen to Razor and pulled out one of the bottles and a pastery. [colour=#add8e6]“Before we start I’ll explain exactly what these are and what we’re experimenting on. Now these have been tested several times so there aren’t going to be any adverse reaction, in fact save one instance these haven’t shown any adverse reactions.” [/colour]He said the last part with a hint of embarrassment. [colour=#add8e6]“This bottle contains what is basically soda but with a slight alteration to make it’s carbonation last much longer. What we’ll be testing is the actual flavour. You see, because I’ve tried to make a large variety of flavours I’ve had trouble figuring out how to achieve the desired flavour consistently. Each bottle has a numerical label on it and has different ingredients in it to give a different taste.”[/colour] He picked up the bottle and opened it releasing a hiss as the air rushed out. [colour=#add8e6]“For instance this one is…”[/colour] he began to drink, [colour=#add8e6]“Aaahh, watermelon.”[/colour] He placed the bottle down and continued. [colour=#add8e6]“All I’ll need you to do is write down the flavour in the right column. The pastries I have are just glazed sweet-bread cakes filled with strawberry jelly with an edible ingredient that radiates heat until digested. Keeping the treat warm and fresh until eaten, this one doesn’t need any testing it’s just so we have something tasty to eat.”[/colour] He hoofed a drink and pastry to both Licorice and Razor. [colour=#add8e6]“Now that that’s done, feel free to have as many as you want.” [/colour]He bit into to his sweet-bread cake and started eating.
  9. Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Riff Sex: Male Age: Young stallion Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Brown Coat: Orange Mane/Tail: Brown, Medium length mane tail, unkempt Physique: Somewhat shorter than the average for his age. Residence: Currently on tour, lives in hotels, originally lived with parents in Las Pegasus. Occupation: Musician, bassist, keyboard, and back-up singer. Cutie Mark: Bass guitar History: Originally performing funk and R&B in Las Pegasus for a living, he was born to a couple who owned a small hotel business. He spent most of his life outside of school helping with the business or exploring the many attractions of Las Pegasus with friends. He met the other members of his band, Colt Corral, at a music audition and since then has played for them. He is currently on tour and is experiencing many qualities of the outside world for the first time. Cutie Mark Story: Rift had decided to join a musical class. Many of his friends had joined the band classes and seemed to be having fun. After trying the majority of the instruments with little success in brass, woodwind, or even percussion the teacher felt that the class might not be cut-out for him. But after being given the puppy-dog eyes; a talent he is still quite apt at, she decided to put him in chorus. To most of his students this seemed like a bad idea. Rift had one of the worst high pitched, squeaky voices known to most ponies and still does. This along with his tendency to use more than an excess amount of volume in conversation made for a large amount of doubt from the other students. After trying to sing as an alto, soprano, and everything higher and in between there didn’t seem to be anywhere he fit. At one of the practices his sheet music was accidently mixed up with one of the bass tenors, and not knowing any better, he began to sing. When he started to sing it just seem to come naturally to him. The deep bass melody just flowed through him. And this is how he both got his Cutie Mark and learned that for some odd reason he could sing in an incredibly deep voice. Character Summary: Rift is highly outspoken, by this I don’t mean he shares his opinions with everyone, he just doesn’t know how to control his volume or stop talking. He tends to be energetic and speaks before he thinks; this has gotten him into trouble a considerable amount of times. He sings in a surprisingly deep voice for his age and size but when he talks his voice is obnoxiously high-pitched. In his free time he is usually found at his hotel room playing with toys that he brings on the road. To avoid being seen by anypony while doing this he keeps the door lock almost always. When he does go out, he will be found either at a night club or bar since, aside from his first job, his parents would never allow him anywhere near a bar. While he occasionally drinks, he more just enjoys being there for the fact that he finally can. Of all, his favorite activity at these places would be the dancing. He loves dancing almost to that of a religious practice and has become quite good at many styles. When spending time with his band-mates he often, with the help of other band members, cooks up ways to mess with the other members. When talking to other ponies he is very forward and will approach almost anyone on a whim; be it a fashion model, a captain of the guard, or even one of the princesses, he can walk up to anypony strike up a conversation.
  10. He place the bushels into his saddle bag and smile back at Applejack, [colour=#daa520]"It's Prime Meridian, I hope to see you around. Who knows, I might end up staying here."[/colour] With that he made his way off the farm and decided to take a look around Ponyville.
  11. Prime smiled back at the sales pony amused by her comment. [colour=#daa520]“Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve done the exact same thing you’re doing I might be a little nervous.”[/colour] He leaned onto the counter moving slightly closer to the mare. He pulled out a pen and a document. To most this would appear to be gibberish typed up on a paper, but to him and most other business ponies it was something very useful. The document was what most business ponies knew as an intermediary slip; it was only given to a trusted few by larger business that made their income by buying and selling goods, Prime had earned a favour with a gryphon that was good at moving produce. Aquellia didn’t have the best land for apples and while omnivorous, there was a considerable market for high quality fruits. Unfortunately the only groups that could easily move the products and sell them in Aquellia were those native. Most of the business in that department was handled by a handful of international businesses, his friend happened to be in charge of a caravan for just that type of business. The moment he saw Primes name on the slip he would buy the goods, no questions asked. And for five bits a bushel making a profit would be easy. [colour=#daa520]“I’m gonna place my order now, I don’t expect you to have it soon but once you send this slip to its address a delivery wagon or two will show up and pay you for your apples, alright?”[/colour] after waiting a few seconds he place the pen to the paper and began to write as he spoke. [colour=#daa520]“A hundred Red Delicious apples, fifty Granny Smith apples, fifty Honey Crisp, and fifty Gala apples.”[/colour] He signed the bottom of the slip where he needed to and clicked his pen and put it away. [colour=#daa520]“That’s not for me of course, just helping out some fellow business ponies. Here’s twenty bits, I’ll have whichever type you think I’ll like best.”[/colour] It was one of the only times he could do this, but he figured if it would help somepony get their hoof in the door instead of just sitting in his saddlebag it wasn’t a waste. [colour=#daa520]"By the way, what's your name?"[/colour]
  12. Abbot watched as Swift tailed after the newcomer and tried to get his attention, Muggo’ excused himself leaving Abbot upstairs. He picked the letter back up and slid it into his coat pocket and made his way to the railing to watch the scene down stairs. Looking down he saw Muggo’ talking to the unicorn along with the newcomer. Looking further he saw a red Pegasus mare, a younger filly, and a grey Pegasus on stage singing a familiar song. He began to hum along as the Pegasus sang. After he had finished and made his way back to his table Abbot continued to drink. [colour=#add8e6]“Heh… viva la vida!”[/colour] he shouted lightly. The song had a good bit of meaning, though its lesson isn’t one he had usually followed. He began to think back to Roam, of his uncle, of the order, and mostly of one of the few people that could always make him smile. He sighed, [colour=#add8e6]“il mio custode carissima,”[/colour] It had been years since he had seen her. From time to time she would send letters; maybe the reason he kept coming back to Itaily was just to see her again.
  13. Prime looked at the mare with a look of confusion. He didn’t think his question was odd at all he just wanted to know… after hearing her explain what product she was selling he realized his mistake. [colour=#daa520]“My apologies, when I asked what the sale was for I meant why you needed to have a sale. Obviously to sell more but I couldn’t see why you would have any trouble selling apples of this quality… miss?”[/colour] He hoped he didn’t sound too much like he was trying to sweet talk her. The apples honestly looked to be of great quality. He could smell the aroma of a light, sweet fragrance of fruit mixed with a country freshness that could rival the orchards of Apploosa. Or was that the mare?
  14. Prime gave a slight chuckle at the reaction of the pegasi in front of him as he walked up to the counter. It had been a fair wait for it but he was sure the apples would taste good, though he wished he had plan to pick up something to eat so he could have put his suit on later. [colour=#daa520]“Hello miss, I must say you have quite the number of customers. Do you mind if I ask what this sale is for?”[/colour] He had been mulling over what he should say to the farm pony while in line. He had a large number of questions he wanted to ask but to avoid holding up the line for too long he needed to narrow it down to a few.
  15. Abbot was never one for extended conversation; now listening, he could do that all day. The conversation between the ponies was entertaining enough, especially the back and forth arguing between Gray and Razor. They had been debating over who was the leader, which as of now it didn’t even look like there was a group let alone a leader with all their arguing. Then in walked a pale gray coated mare. He watched as she tried to get the others attention with no success. He was tempted to help her but decided against as not wanting to be drag into the argument. After hopping up on her makeshift podium and addressing everyone a bit louder she introduced herself. Nivial look like she was about to burst into tears, which would have probably gotten everyone’s attention just as well, and her raspy voice made her sound like she had just finished doing so. Before Nivial had a chance to respond to the others’ questions yet another mare walked in. This one looked to be older and in not a very good mood. He heard the growl of her stomach as she asked for food. [colour=#afeeee]“I don’t have pie but I do have food and drink if you or anyone else is interested,”[/colour] He pulled from his saddle bag what appeared to be a box of golden brown pastries that were somehow still giving a slight steam and a rack holding twelve bottles of a clear bubbling liquid, [colour=#afeeee]“If you don’t mind trying one of my experiments.”[/colour]
  16. [colour=#add8e6]“Really?”[/colour] Abbot looked towards Muggo’ with surprise, which was soon replaced with his previous expressions. [colour=#add8e6]“Well, that makes sense that he would have me end up in Fillydelphia; if that is the case then he’ll have already made preparations for me, it’s not like I can refuse anyway.”[/colour] He pulled out a fair sum of bits, certain he had more than the cost of his drinks as to give tip, and hoofed them to Muggo’. [colour=#add8e6]“Thank you for the assistance in this… issue. I am very grateful and I’m sure my order will be even more so.”[/colour] He began to drink as he waited to meet these friends of Muggo’s. hopefully with their help this trip won’t be too long.
  17. Abbot smiled at Licorice’s mannerisms. She was the same age as him, give or take a couple years but much more bubbly. [colour=#add8e6]“I’ll teach you all I can Ms. Black.”[/colour] He responded warmly. There was quite the variety here. Everyone had come for different reasons hoping for the best and meeting new ponies, some seemed to already know each other even. After listening to the other ponies reasons for being here he took his turn. [colour=#add8e6]“I couldn’t agree more Ms. Moondancer, it’s never too early to set goals. In fact that’s what all of you have come here for to seek out your goal and achieve it.” He spoke with little emotion, “It great to see ponies working to achieve their desires… I suppose that could be my reason for being here. In all honesty the only thing that brought me to Canterlot was chance. I saw the flyer and decided to act on it. My reason for being here is that I have nowhere else to be. I’m looking for a goal and I hope to find one here.” [/colour]He paused for a moment lost in his imagination, [colour=#add8e6]“And to answer your question Ms. Black; no, I don’t miss Itaily. There’s not much there for me to miss.”[/colour]
  18. Abbot gave a half hearted smile at Muggo’. [colour=#add8e6]“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”[/colour] He finished off the first drink with a single gulp and set the empty mug back down. [colour=#add8e6]“The real issue is going to be finding the type of ponies on this letter.”[/colour] He slid the letter over to Muggo’ and pulled out a bag filled with bits. [colour=#add8e6]“How I could be expected to find anyone who knows how to fight and is willing to go all the way to Itaily is beyond me, even if ‘money isn’t an object’.”[/colour] He said the last mark mimicking the deep voice of an older stallion he was all too familiar with. [colour=#add8e6]“Why can’t I ever get a letter just saying hello or asking how I’ve been.”[/colour] He grumbled to himself and began to chug the second drink. [colour=#add8e6]“I shouldn’t bother you with any of this but after a while things like this get to you.”[/colour] he motion towards the letter, [colour=#add8e6]“the last time I got one of those I ended up with singed fur for months.”[/colour] He shuddered thinking back to his last visit to Itaily.
  19. Well, so far there had been a good turnout of ponies some of which making their presence known a bit stronger than others. He gave an amused smile at Gray’s showmanship and stop on his way inside to quickly greet the two. [colour=#add8e6]“Ben conosciuto, it’s good to meet those with great aspirations.”[/colour] With that he made his way towards the entrance of the building. The interior was minimal but served its purpose well, it reminded him of home in a way. He walked to a bale of hay and sat down, unbuckling his saddlebags he placed them carefully on the floor. He sat resting for a while listening in silence to the other ponies introducing themselves. Once Razor had finished he decided that now would be a good time to introduce his self. [colour=#add8e6]“I suppose it would be my turn to introduce myself. My name is Abbot Alembic, I’m a traveling salespony. I make and sell potion of all kinds to ponies in different cities.”[/colour] He paused pulling off his hood revealing his maneless head covered in tattoos. [colour=#add8e6]“I am originally from Itaily. And if you are interested Miss Licorice, I’d be more than happy to teach you whatever you’d like to know of potion brewing.”[/colour] He smiled warmly towards the blue mare. [colour=#add8e6]“Well, that’s all I can really think of to say for an introduction, I guess it’s someone else’s turn.”[/colour]
  20. A tan pony wearing a long, dark blue, hooded coat made his way out of an ally-way saddle bags full of various ‘essentials’ and looked around. It had been a long time since Abbot had been in Canterlot; he never did like big cities, everyone was always in a hurry and he could never figure out where he needed to go. He looked down at the directions he had scribbled onto a piece of paper a few days back. From the looks of where he was the museum shouldn’t have been too far away he started to walk down the road again looking for his destination. [colour=#add8e6]“Uuuuhhh!!!… This is hopeless I’ve been walking around for half an hour. If I don’t get there soon I’ll be late.” [/colour]As he said this he made a corner to a set of buildings, one in particular catching his eye. The marking of a moon within a sun was almost a perfect match to the one he had seen on the flyer. He saw a white mare standing nearby the building. He walked closer to the building and the mare, curious as to whether or not she was there for the same reason.
  21. I've got a kinda jack-of-all-trades pony http://www.canterlot...-meridianfinal/ that needs to settle down for a while and could set up a business could even do the haunted house/in the dark ride business
  22. Abbot gave a small smirk at Muggo’s comment. Tattoos were a mark of permanence, there was very little that could be done to remove them without a great deal of pain; perhaps he could work on something to fix that when he had some free time. He carefully opened the envelope. It was from a monastery member back in Itaily, that much he could be certain of, the specific sender was another question. He had a hunch who it was though he hoped for it to be otherwise, for that would mean he’d have to do a good bit of traveling and deal with some unavoidable hazards. He noticed the ponies from when he arrived quietly talking and occasionally glancing towards him. He wasn’t bothered by it, compared to most other cities he was invisible. He pulled the letter out and began to read. [colour=#000000]Dear Abbot:[/colour] [colour=#000000]It has been a considerable amount of time since we have talked and I know that you left on bad terms. But I have important matters relating to the monastery that I have decided to entrust to you.[/colour] [colour=#000000]About a month ago a group of monastery researchers discovered an ancient temple that they believe contains several artifacts important not only to us but has also captured the interest of several Equestrian officials. Unfortunately the temple has been found to be filled with traps, along with the fact that several wolf tribes have moved in search of these artifacts the temple is no longer safe for our researchers. [/colour] [colour=#000000]That’s where you are needed. you’ll be acting as the monasteries’ hooves and taking care of this situation. Money is no object in this task so all of your necessary expenses will be paid, as of this and the dangerous nature of your mission I suggest you find several able-bodied fighters experienced in these sort of tasks. Fillydelphia has a considerable number of mercenaries and adventurers use to overseas travel, I suggest you begin searching.[/colour] [colour=#000000] Briar[/colour] [colour=#008080]“I think I’m gonna’ need another drink.”[/colour] He spoke with a mix of dread and angst. How was he supposed to find any of these ponies and convince them of traveling all the way to Itaily?
  23. My character has been approved and I haven't done anything that would require it to be reapproved, so I'm ready when everyone else is.
  24. Well it definitely wasn’t his worst day… no, nowhere close. At least the line was moving at a decent pace and it was actually pretty calm compared to the bustling markets or some of the more rowdy pubs, both which he was all too familiar with. [colour=#daa520]‘No, not a bad day at all, maybe this town won’t be so bad; maybe even a nice change of pa-[/colour]’ *BAM!* [colour=#daa520]“Uuuuhhh…”[/colour] he sighed.[colour=#daa520] ‘and I’m probably going to get out of line again to go help.’[/colour] That he was. He walked towards the mess of apples strewn about and the detached wheel; not to mention a blinded pony looking about the ground. He noticed the glasses and sketchbook a fair distance away from the pony. Grabbing both he walked up to the pony and slipped the glasses on to the pony’s face. [colour=#daa520]“Here,[/colour]” he said bluntly handing him the book, [colour=#daa520]“would you mind helping me clean up this mess?”[/colour] he turned and headed off in the direction of the renegade wheel. Thankfully, it had only rolled a short distance and was undamaged. He picked the wheel up in his mouth by the clean part of it and headed back to the broken cart. He examined the cart. It would be a pretty easy fix; he could probably even do it without any tools if he had to.[colour=#daa520] “[/colour][colour=#daa520]I don’t suppose anyone else knows how to repair a cart. If so I can take care of this pretty quick.”[/colour] He looked to Applejack and the other apples waiting for a response.
  25. Abbot nodded to the two stallions. [colour=#add8e6]“Saluti… no need to draw a blade, I am a pony of peace,”[/colour] he said in jest as he made his way over to the bar. He seated himself at a bar stool and looked to Muggo’. [colour=#add8e6]“I’ll have whatever’s on tap I suppose. These tattoos wouldn’t have much meaning unless you’re familiar with the mountain region of Itaily. They’re a sign of commitment to an order and more importantly a way of life… I left that a while ago though.”[/colour] He paused a bit setting his bags down with a clank. He pulled a letter out of his coat pocket. It had silver foil edges and a symbol in the center. Abbot stared at the letter thoughtfully considering whether or not he should open it yet.
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