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Callan S.:
Analtteral! ;)


--- Quote ---Eyes like bladders of ink, each reflecting the tripods across their shining curve.
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Bit off topic, but probably much easier to get an aswer to - what are the tripods?

Borque:

--- Quote from: Callan S. on November 17, 2013, 10:48:50 pm ---Bit off topic, but probably much easier to get an aswer to - what are the tripods?

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--- Quote from: The False Sun ---At last they entered the broad circle of the Asinna, the expansive hub of Nogaral. A great rug woven of brushed white grasses softened both the floor and the gloom. Bronze tripods glowered golden, casting yellow petals across the weave. Tablet racks fashioned of black ash loomed about the chamber’s circumference.
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Madness:
Thanks, Borque.

Wilshire:

--- Quote from: Madness on November 17, 2013, 03:31:22 pm ---Lol - is that a suggestion or are you just knocking my humour?

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;)

Madness:
Lol - I shall scar my arm to mark when I last murdered humour.

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