Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 4, 2016 8:31:52 GMT -8
Those men, HER men tried to steal HER horses. She looked to them and would have questioned George has a lair if it were not for the guilty look in the love-struck one's eye.
Raising her chin in scorn, Osma awaited for George to help her off the mount. "I suppose you are not entirely useless." She stated ao that only he might hear.
With clasped hands she walked inside and found her building remarkably clean. Still broken, but rat free.
Not useless at all. In fact, she dare say he was useful.
"Scard of him, m'am. That is why...hehe's a magic user!!!"
Osma turned, vexxed to be called m'am.
"MISS!!" All three corrected in unison.
With mock patience she loomed closer to them. " There is magic in all of Aozora. You best get used to it."
Silently they looked at each other, dumfounded that a midwife and healer (the main opposition to magic use in Gaiman) would be so unphased.
It was clear to Osma that she would need to send them home sooner than later. That would leave her alone with people like George.
She turned to him. "You have..." yug. Praising the help. "Done acceptable work, George."
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31 
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 4, 2016 12:56:25 GMT -8
After helping Osma get off of her horse, George would be squatting now, humming. "Dey dun got what's coming to 'em." He would casually throw a few clumps of dirt at them. He was bored, and they deserved it. He would sagely scratch his beard and decided to offer some advice, since he had nothing better to do. "Right, let 'em go, dey is good for nuffink anyway. It'll be hard for 'em, but they deserve hardships, after all they teach good lessons."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 4, 2016 13:06:04 GMT -8
She didn't realize it, but george staying lower than her made her respect him more. There was something to be said about a peasant who knew how to grovel.
He just repeated to her what she was already thinking. "Yes. Cut them lose. They may walk back to the docks on foot and find their own way back to Gaiman." Has she spoke, she withdrew a small, gold dagger from her belt. "Should you tell anyone where I am..." She gripped the head of the first man and cut off some of his hair. She did the same to the other two while she said: "Than I shall use the D'DEW to curse you. I am sure I will learn magic quickly and quite well here. Am I clear?"
The men cowarded. There was nothing more terrifying to the men of Gaiman than a woman with magical powers. They bowed and nodded as best the could. "Cut them lose. Let them go." She stated as she turned her back to them. "And you can forget about getting this week's wages!"
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 5, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
He nodded when told to cut the men loose. George was nearly always right. As leap-frogged over, he turned a little bit of his mushroom to make it once again soft, so he could hold it. They were free to go, although they had to be careful to not let the horses they were on top of kick them to death.
He was interested when she told the men to not reveal where she was. "What, some gits want to get ya?" He asked, curiously stroking his beard as he did. "An' woss this 'd'dew' that you refer to, eh?" He awaited her response, keeping up the squat.
When the men ran off he quickly jumped into a standing position. "Boo! Hehe...."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 5, 2016 12:48:29 GMT -8
Osma had pulled a muscle in her shoulder from having to reach up so high to cut locks of their hair. However George managed to get the horse's inside the building she would never know. None of them better crap while indoors either.
The strains of the men's hair were now sticking to her palm. DISGUSTING. She walked away, from their scurry and flicked her palm out like a wet cat's paw. She could stick her hand up a woman's who-ha and help a baby out but someone else's hair on her skin, NEVER.
"Arranged marriage." She answer George's question about someone wanting to "get her", assuming that he meant why she was hidden here. "The Dark, Dark, Evil Way or the D'DEW is a dark magic, feared of back home. And no, I don't practice it." She turned back around, unsure if having the hair that still clung to her wiped off on her dress would be worse than on her skin. "I just said it to make them scare. Men are so terrified of magic."
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 5, 2016 13:30:20 GMT -8
"Whot? Aren't all marriages arranged? Loik, 'I wants to marry you, you wants to marry me, we go get a chitty, and get married?'" It was clear the concept of arranged marriage in the usual meaning was alien to him. Regardless, he would continue. "Ahh yer safe from any lover boy 'ere, der gits what rule this place are strict but fair what, and only do what them's got to. If there's something ya don't want done to ya, it won't be done.
When she spoke of dark magic he shrugged. There were any amount of Priests caught doing horrible things to people, and necromancers helping people. Magic of any sort was only as dark as one made it. Greed, can simply be turned into capitalism and mercantilism. When she said men are scared of magic, he snickered a little. She had yet to see the world at large.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 5, 2016 13:37:55 GMT -8
It was such a strain to understand a word he said. His fool's accent was only part of the problem. Her brows creased as she thought about his words. The jest she got was that no one in Aozora was going to force her to marry anyone.
What a "chitty" was or by people needed one to get married was a questions she decided not to ask. Sounded too much like "shitty" to her.
"Whatever. I haven't had a proper supper to figure you out." She sighed as she looked around the place. It would not be habitable until Ashtor was finished working on it. "I have a room at the castle." She stated with pride. Looks got her everything. "And you a straw pallet in the kitchen, near the stoves. Isn't that nice?"
She moved past him to her horse. "Get your things. We are leaving. Bring the horses and attach them to the carriage."
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 5, 2016 17:49:36 GMT -8
He chuckled a little as she spoke. She certainly was full of herself. It was interesting to watch someone like that, although he realized it be best from the safety of a fortress, or some sort of cataclysm proof bunker. A personality like that could move continents, even if because it irritates them so much they wish to go away. "I don't sleep miss, nor do I go inside for fear of 'fings blowing up." He would carefully move the horses upright and get them ready to be used for the carriage. Standing on the roof, he would balance on one leg and look at the countryside as they rode on.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 6, 2016 6:15:31 GMT -8
How could he not sleep? Has for his preference for being outdoor, well it wasn't unheard of. Many of those who went to war substained from being under a roof.
Maybe he had been in war. Perhaps that's what made him so strange. Some explanation must be had for why that he stood, like a flamingo, on the roof of the carriage. He had harnessed the horses to it all wrong.
She had to whip out The Smolder look to get a passing guy to do it. He too, did it wrong and it took a woman coming by on her own horse to get it right. Osma stood by, but instead of checking her nails, she actually took note on how to do it.
George was no help in it. One of them had to get something done around here. If no one was suitable, she'd just bloody well do it herself!
Once the woman left, she got inside, but they went no where. There was no driver. She damned sure was not going to get George to drive.
She did not have a death wish.
So again, she lured in another schmuck by feeling up his bicep while hanging out the carriage window. She talked him into serving her by driving the carriage.
Off the went, to the castle gate!
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 6, 2016 8:51:55 GMT -8
George would balance, giggling at every sign of the woman's discomfort, or annoyance. If women in her land are all like this, it is understandable if not fair that they get put on a short leash.
He was quite impressed with her skills in swaying her new aide. She was pretty though not what he thought of as beautiful, but the expertise was admirable.
He eventually jump over and balance on his head, upside down.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 11, 2017 18:57:46 GMT -8
Megan Zachurr, a young mage, waited in the bazaar by the guild area. Her plan was to join an explorer's team to help them out and continue her search for magical artifacts, her quest for the Unholy Grail has been considerably slowed with the destruction of Aaedan and after a period of mourning she was finally ready to get back out there.
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Michael Zeliph
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Roleplay posts: 66
Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Apr 11, 2017 23:14:26 GMT -8
Micheal walked to the market and looked around to try and find the guild. He looked around and eventually found the guild in question. After a while, he found it and walked inside.
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Aozora
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Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Apr 12, 2017 11:05:39 GMT -8
After some time Michael would be contracted to explore the southland to the west of the Ao March. The journey would be funded by the guild, allowing you to get supplies that you need to get started.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 12, 2017 11:49:01 GMT -8
"Hey, are you an explorer?" Megan approached Michael Zeliph after he finished his business with the guild. She then introduced herself, you could tell from her accent that she was from Aaedan (Long Island Accent). "I'm Megan Zachurr, I'm a Mage and I'm looking to team up with someone heading west. See, I'm looking for magical artifacts and I figure there should be something out there. I'm currently traveling with man with white hair, he's a bard. We come with our own supplies. Where is Raulio anyway?" Megan looked around trying to spot where Raulio Fletcher had gone. |
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Apr 12, 2017 15:54:46 GMT -8
Hansel whilst part of a religious military order was still obligated to the Aozoran government and to the people around in general. Besides, a little heroing hurt nobody and thus he came to the Guild area awaiting the arrival of those who seemed like they were going to be part of the party to go to Itteki. If and when he would catch sight of them he would wave lazily but smile earnestly. "You the ones going to Itteki? If so, are you taking Horses? I need to know if I can let Franz over there run back to the stable or not."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:21:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 16:56:34 GMT -8
What was she doing here? It was anyone's guess - including from her. Her quiet figure continued to wander around the marketplace, the owl still perched comfortably on her shoulder and making not a sound. Her eyes swept around, looking over the people and the stalls.
On an odd occasion, her hand would deftly slip out and attempt a subtle swipe of an apple from a stall selling fresh produce - if she succeeded, it would disappear into the folds of her cloak. She would continue to wander.
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Aozora
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Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Apr 12, 2017 18:39:01 GMT -8
Nobody noticed the apple get stolen this time. While wandering the market, someone's dog spots the owl on the woman's shoulder. It was a hound use for hunting birds, so it comes over to bark and jump up on her. Nearby people kept their distance, most just going about their business, you couldn't immediately tell who the dog belonged to.
"Boof! Boof!"
The hound really wanted the owl, it barked and snarled at the bird. After a few seconds the owner comes to stop his dog which reluctantly stops. From his tan skin he seemed to be from Solaria or maybe Valheecius, a desert dweller. "Elvis no! I'm sorry, my hound is not properly disciplined, he goes after every bird he sees. Forgive me."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:21:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 18:50:15 GMT -8
The dog made a very abrupt appearance, almost toppling the covered woman over when it jumped after her owl - which hooted in alarm and fluttered his wings to bring itself airborne as it's human's balance was lost. But she regained her stance and tried to push the animal off, straightening her stance until the owner pulled the animal off.
At his words, she simply nodded - her gaze rather soft and the only indicator of her expression that said she wasn't offended. "All is well," she says, her tone smooth and quiet. "He's an adorable animal, even if my friend thinks otherwise," she adds, lifting her hand to provide a perch for the owl to take - which watched the dog with a very annoyed leer.
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Michael Zeliph
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Roleplay posts: 66
Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Apr 12, 2017 22:00:11 GMT -8
Michael walked out of the guild with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his lips. When he stepped out, he heard Megan Zachurr call out to him. He turned to her before nodding. "Yes I am, Michael Zeliph at your service. I would love to team up with you and your other companion. I'm a kind of Jack of all Trades, Master of none. Though oftentimes better than a master of one. Hope I can be of service." He gave a low curtsy. "And If I do find any, i'll give you them right away. I have no need for them. As for your White haired friend.." He took this time to take a breather, He honestly gets a bit excited when it comes to meeting new people. He looked around for any spot of white hair in the crowd, but seeing none. "Can't find him, apologies." |
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Raulio Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Apr 12, 2017 22:16:37 GMT -8
Megan Zachurr would find Raulio in an isolated corner of the market, dressed in an immaculately pressed white suite, entertaining a small crowd. He was playing a rapid melody on a lyre; it was an odd one, melancholy yet resolute. Sparks are flying, cross the sky. Best friends, until the end. Sparks are flying, yah, cross the sky. Best friends, until the end.
The blood is spill, that brother blood. That single moment, it all went wrong. The blood is raining, down to the mud. That single moment, it all went wrong.
Oh the children, they will sing, about the legends in the sky. Oh the children, they will sing, about the legends in the sky. Souls go free, hearts rot away, but that lyrics always stay. Souls go free, hearts rot away, but that lyrics always stay. The sky turns dark, the sparks are flying
Oh the children, they will sing.
The sky turns dark, the sparks are flying
Oh the children, they will sing.Nobody was really sure what the song was about, but people were entranced. They started cheering when Raulio erupted into a furious solo, threatening to set his lyre on fire.
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