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Manda
Apr 15, 2013 7:33:14 GMT -8
Post by Whill Sahn on Apr 15, 2013 7:33:14 GMT -8
*The resting place of dead Mandalorians, this place is a place of honor, drawing newly crossed over Mandos to it's greatness.*
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Manda
May 24, 2018 20:48:50 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 20:48:50 GMT -8
The next Sphere they passed into was a magnificent Hall of Warriors Great and Small, Honorable One and All. The long succession of Mandolore stood over a great Bounty of food and drink while Warriors sat around feasting as many others practiced Martial skills. A few nodded at Boland, some smiled at the child. Maureen smiled back and waved. Boland had a sudden urge to sit among the Great Many and join in but this time he followed the child's lead.... This Place was digestible and they passed through with no trouble at all
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Manda
Jun 1, 2021 0:44:31 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 1, 2021 0:44:31 GMT -8
And there she was.... Ok. This was awesome. A knife wizzed by her left ear. Yupp. Like Manaan. Which brought her back a memory of two
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Manda
Jun 1, 2021 12:45:41 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 1, 2021 12:45:41 GMT -8
Scratch awesomeness Morrigan thought. She pondered was this Hell. And that naturally led to the question: was there a Hell in this existence or was that Just a word The Old man used. A lot. A stream of blood flowed by her. Eyes rolling she stepped across the river red. Boredom. Head nodding subconsciously in agreement with herself own assertion she quietly muttered -Morrigan- "Yupp; this is the Abyss alright...." This must be the First of The Seven Pits; Limbo. Looking down she frowned. She wasn't naked. No Demons chased her. And no Pimps and Hookers. So much for that theory Mr Durante degli Alighieri.... Forward she stepped going nowhere. Fast
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