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Post by Cadeyrn on Feb 13, 2008 13:21:58 GMT -5
Cadeyrn stood and walked outside of the tent. He listened to the sound of horses charging and men yelling their terrifying war cry's. Blacksmiths sharpened spears and axes and fletchers continuously produced their best arrows to add to the already plentiful stacks of arrows kept for times of need. Messengers rode up and down rows of men practicing maneuvers. The army of Briton was preparing for the war that now seemed certain.
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