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Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

a part of Lords of Rock, by Nulix.

The Land of Plenty

Nulix holds sovereignty over The Rockaverse, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

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There were smells in the air and the mutterings of others. Strange looks and a shiver ran up Horik's spine.

"This place really is unbelievable."

She lingered a bit longer even as Seru escorted the doctor away. She could tell the other already suspected her and so Horik did not follow. M'Kama and Tackel also brought interest in their excursion but Horik already felt unease. Too many and it was uncertain whether they would abide by Seru's warning.

There was, however, one sensation that had not gotten its fill yet.

Horik checked the small pouch she carried and found an even smaller pouch. Inside, a nothing. In her stomach, nothing. She sighed and slinked off. Too many people and it would attract too much attention.

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The Knight stepped down from the ship, the townsfolk backing away in fear and cowardice. "I am a weapon, it's important that I realize my actions can be deadly," The Knight said to the Sheriff.

"Indeed they can," Girthfield called, exiting the office with Syra and his fellow guardian Gal. "Did you receive the transmission?"

"I was dispatched on request by General Grimsever," The Knight replied. "I am Sir Jamapipponen, Knight Prefect and appretnice to Grand Master Swipian," The Tryptian Knight introduced. "And you are?"

"Guardians. Of Laurenska. On the Rock," Girthfield frowned. "Right now we have bigger problems. A warlord named Crown Prince..." Girthfield hesitated at the stupid name. "Crown Prince Theory besieged the town to try and get the artillery that's been buried in the dunes outside the west wall. Now, according to my partner, another warlord approaches with men and means."

The Tryptian paused. "Then let's meet them." With that he began to march forward through the town, stepping over the bodies of Theory's men...

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"This putrid piece of shite?" The smith responded to M'kama, her eyes bugging out of her head.

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