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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:25 pm
Scoria is the most barren of the clan areas, because of the residents' love of killing. The animal population is nearly diminished. The village is strewn with smithies, tanning vats, and makeshift, uncraftmanlike homes. In the town center is a huge bonfire, which is fueled with the many trees harvested by the Scorians.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:32 pm
Talia strode out of her hut, brushing aside thick curtains that covered the door, and entered into the a massive hall. It was a small hut for a centaur, large enough for her to walk easily but not much larger then that. It was the meeting hall that was large; big enough to hold all of the clan's member's easily. Unfortunately though, large enough as it was, it was never used as the clan preferred to speak outside where it would be easier to spot spies. And destroy things. Now, the hall was used only by the Clan leader, the advisers, and whenever a clan member spy, or enemy of war was to be judged, or executed.
She sighed as her hooves echoed through the massive hall. It was empty, as normal. Good. That meant she didn't have any irritating advisers demanding that they battle this fool, or execute whatever clan member punched them rather then act as if they, the advisers, were "superior". She loved going to war as much as the next Scorpia member, but really. The warriors did need a break every so often before they battled themselves to death.
Reaching the entrance, she schooled her expression into her normal, emotionless Warrior Queen look, and brushed the hanging aside, exiting the Clan Hall. It was time to start the day.
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