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[Sarian]

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Sarian laid comfortably, drunk, in his bed at the Blackmarsh Taver & Inn. His arms above his head and his fingers interlocked behind it. His eyes rested easily, the festival had been long and exhausting. Suddenly, he heard the cry. It came from a short distance away outside. He lept to his feet and took off with a hurried pace outside.

The cry was coming from the farm directly beside the Tavern & Inn. Sarian broke into a sprint, he raced up the stairs and broke through the gates of the farm. There, laid a cow.

"MOOOOOOO!!!!!"

From a distance, it sounded like a cry. It was merely a stressed mooing of Betsy the cow. She had been pregnant for quite some time now. She was finally giving birth.

"Oh. My. God." Sarian said. "CAL! CAAAL!!" He screamed.

Cal burst through the doors of his home. He saw Sarian crouching beside Betsy and hurried towards the farm. He kicked open the gates and looked panic.

"Has someone hurt Betsy?!" Cal asked.

"No! She's giving birth! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!"

"Uh. We'll have another cow?" Cal replied.

"No you fool! The time for battle is among us! The ancient prophecy speaks of a cow in birth. Her "moo" rallys a force so great, all the land trembles beneath it's feet. The birth of this cafe, means that Blackmarsh enters it's time of war!"

Cal stood speechless.

"Quickly now! Gather the troops! Gather your armor and weapons! The great mooing of the cow must not be taken lightly!"

Cal continued to stand speechless.

"Easy now girl. This birth is surely an omen of our innevitable victories." Sarian stroked Betsy's side.

"Sarian." Cal spoke calmly.

"Yes, Cal?" Sarian looked up with bright, wide eyes.

"I hate you when you drink." Cal spun on his heel and walked back towards his quiet home.
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Brianha ‎(10:04 PM):
lol oh no worries with teasing.. it takes ALOT to get me really goin
Brianha12:54 AM
cool... i will hook up with you tomorrow night ... maybe you can help move my chests too