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[Cal Hurst]

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Vaen glanced around his old hometown of Felucca Minoc. He smiled, remembering all of his old memories here. Then, however, as he looked around some more, he got a bit upset. "Where is everyone? Everything is too death-like," Vaen thought to himself. Vaen traveled to the mines of Minoc where he found a miner sitting outside the mine, glancing in. He walked over to him.

"Sir, why are you just staring into the mine?" Vaen asked.

"... The guards don't extend their protection in there. It's a wee bit dangerous, if ye know what I mean."

Vaen dismounted his horse and walked into the cave. The miner followed, glancing around, very afraid.

"Theres nothing to be afraid of in here. I know not why the guards do not come in here." Vaen said

"Thank you, sir," said the miner with a smile.

At that moment, a man had recalled in the back of the mine and instantly started casting spells. The miner ran towards the guard zone for his life, but Vaen ran towards the murderer. Vaen threw a bola, knocking the murderer off his mount. Vaen then charged forward and slahed his katana three times at the murderer very quickly, causing him to fall. Vaen glanced back at the miner.

"See what I mean?!" said the miner, trembling in fear. "We can't mine here. They come in here all the time and they cause us much grief. We can't get the materials to smelt. Not even up the mountain path. They go up there, too!"

Vaen sighed. "I can't be here all the time. I can tell you, however, that the Legion will be settling in Minoc."

"The legion?"

"Oh, my apologies. I am Vaen Swiftar. Proconsul of the Legion of Justice. This is my home town. I don't believe anyone else occupies this town to protect it, moreso than the Guards of the town."

The miner nodded and then looked back into the mine.

Vaen smiled. "We will patrol this town and make sure all is safe. The town of Minoc, Felucca, is now under protection of the Legion of Justice."

The miner nodded and began mining. Vaen sat that and watched the area for hours to come, making sure that the he was safe while digging the ore.

[OOC: If anyone sees a problem with =L= occupying Minoc Felucca, please let me know. Otherwise I will assume everything is ok and will go from there.]
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[Dof the Daft]

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Three figures stood upon the stone face of a mountain, short legs wide in a proud stance with knobby hands on wide hips. They stood roughly above a child's height but from their grave faces, greyed with soot, rolled locks of beautiful beards down to their plump bellies. However much their appearance brought to mind tales of children's fancies, their eyes were stoically affixed like dead men's upon he who took stock of the Mountains of Kendall. The dwarf on the right hand had quietly unslung his war axe and took in a deep breath of chill mountain air. Before the bellow his deep war cry, he in the middle placed a hand on his chest and bid him be watchful. He on the left hand, tongueless, hung his head low so that his beard swept the foothold on which he stood and the figures of three Dwarfs, once sworn to the now dead Thane of their kinfolk, watched.