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Subject: Cleaning crew

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Tyrsis

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Date Posted: 02/ 7/05 1:49:14pm Mon
In reply to: Misty 's message, "gone" on 02/ 6/05 7:19:52pm Sun

Tyrsis lifted the sack of garbage and stray leaves that she had collected, all things that had been blown about in the fighting. Bodies had long ago been collected and buried and now only the smaller things of life remained. Almost as habit, she worked alone, roughly twenty feet from where any other Forgotten worked.

Myuler must have brought back the others by now, returning them to their homes and their loved ones. He himself had done exactly that, returned home. Others were filtering in their own directions, scattering across the planet's surface as they always had. A vision flickered across her eyes, the entire scape of the world and how small a portion that the Forgotten people truly occupied. What dangers had they slept through while a giant being attempted to rule it all on a different continent? Or where they the only ravaged race?

Perhaps peace would reign for awhile, calmness blanket them all and let them recover from the trials they had endured. She began towards the garbage area, ignoring the looks of several of the younger Escalvone. Tradition was hard to breed out of the old, and even harder to talk out of the young. Escalvone needed more cleaning than jsut a physical one, it seemed. She dropped off the trash and headed for the tent with Damuthca's markings on it. The High Sword. His forgiveness still awed her, she was no paragon.

OOC: Sorry tis taken so long, am on new meds and having serious troubles with them. That and John's addicted em to World of Warcraft.

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