Setting
The wind blows cold through the way, but not as strong as if you were outside the small city. The lights of businesses casts a warm glow. High walls can be seen peeking above the rooftops. There are things out there that shouldn't be let in.
Pagos Way
The wind blows cold through the way, the lights of businesses casting a warm glow. High walls can be seen peeking above the rooftops. There are things out there that shouldn't be let in.
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Pagos Way is a part of 
Pagourano.
3 Places in Pagos Way:
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Lawrence Anderson [33] A Terran who trained to be a Ghost, Lawrence is ideal for reconnaissance missions due to his marksmanship and ability to hide himself from view of most biological enemy units.
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Vehicles
The Fung
Dreaming Gate
Flynn's flat black eyes blink hard at the blinding daytime light her invectives in a native language a thing of fluttered notes and gutteral noises. The puffballs of stiff lime hairs on her back did so as well rather showing themselves as individuals and not a part of their black-feathered mother. Third eyelid smashing down as her eyes opened an eyeshine reappears as her hunter's sight dropped away to perceive the light once more. It still pained her but now that her blue-veined black irises could keep some of it out.
(CRACKED HIND-BLEEDING SKYFIRE!), came the peeps of two mimics from her back.
(Didi will not be pleased at all the swearing you've learned,) Flynn turned her saurid head back to look at them a blue crest revealing as it raised from her head, (if I ever do.)
The saurid looked about the whistling of sapiens with a syrinx set their noises apart from many other tongues, (A city? Well it will have food. I still have some barter left from that place.)
A practiced reacher, Flynn picked up languages quickly and had an idea of what kind places nearby did. Housing for rent by the look of one. Another a weapons store but she did not need sleep yet and could not eat metal. The last seemed open though under partial construction. Claw toes tap up to the paper pressed to the inside of the window, food. A feasthall was just what she needed.
(CRACKED HIND-BLEEDING SKYFIRE!), came the peeps of two mimics from her back.
(Didi will not be pleased at all the swearing you've learned,) Flynn turned her saurid head back to look at them a blue crest revealing as it raised from her head, (if I ever do.)
The saurid looked about the whistling of sapiens with a syrinx set their noises apart from many other tongues, (A city? Well it will have food. I still have some barter left from that place.)
A practiced reacher, Flynn picked up languages quickly and had an idea of what kind places nearby did. Housing for rent by the look of one. Another a weapons store but she did not need sleep yet and could not eat metal. The last seemed open though under partial construction. Claw toes tap up to the paper pressed to the inside of the window, food. A feasthall was just what she needed.
Reinhart Elvengar caught a glimpse of the bird-like creature just before it passed, having emerged from a mysterious vessel just moments before. It seemed the race was on, but he hadn't encountered this species before. Surely it was an intelligent creature, given the circumstance... but didn't those creatures only live in the deepest, darkest jungles of Xamoyos?
Never he mind, the Directorate would not wait. He hurried his pace, setting off for the shops to stock up for the adventure.
Never he mind, the Directorate would not wait. He hurried his pace, setting off for the shops to stock up for the adventure.