MY WORDS CAN COME OUT AS A PISTOL / weekly task, open

[Thomas]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Thomas, for all his kindly princely ways, was not any better than those he lived with. He was not someone who held himself above others simply because he once carried the title of 'prince,' and he could not do that now; he committed the same atrocities everyone in Blackfall did. Hm. The lionhearted man was not even sure he could refer to them as 'atrocities,' for were they not simply trying to get back at Griffingate for all the pain and suffering that kingdom had caused?

An eye for an eye. Thomas did not believe that made the whole world go blind - not when he knew he and his band of outcasts were in the right.

The sun was beginning its slow crawl to the grave as he heard the ancient girl's call. A raid to steal? Interesting. The young man wandered forward. He was already clad in his darkest clothes which was perfect for a night-time excursion. His sword hung at his side, and his hand instinctively gripped the pommel. Oh, he might enjoy this.

"I suppose I will tag along, Amren," he replied, stepping up. "Is there anything we are taking in specific, or is this a type of free-for-all? As I know you, I will assume the latter," he mused, a comical tone taking hold of his words easily.
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