Post by MHadmin on Feb 22, 2006 18:54:05 GMT -5
Muddy Hooves
Tired you must be, from the long tavel, blades scraping amoungst thick dry turf. Nape dropping low, with oracles settling into the sunset horizon...hoping to get some were...but you just can't find it.
When the orange pink hued azure turns to thick full black, and you feel you must rest becuase you do not know were your heading...you hear a hiss.
Get up you fool...get up! Your here at Muddy Hooves...the land of the great.
Advanced rpg.
Tired you must be, from the long tavel, blades scraping amoungst thick dry turf. Nape dropping low, with oracles settling into the sunset horizon...hoping to get some were...but you just can't find it.
When the orange pink hued azure turns to thick full black, and you feel you must rest becuase you do not know were your heading...you hear a hiss.
Get up you fool...get up! Your here at Muddy Hooves...the land of the great.
Advanced rpg.