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Note Number:
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122
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Author:
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Khalo
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Date:
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Fri
Oct 11, 2002; 03:49:29
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To:
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All
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Subject:
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Life
begins
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*Standing on the prcipice of death and life was never the way for Khalo
to exist. His strong family upbringing and morals were pushing him closer
every day. The loss of his betrothed and his father was the push that
sent him hurtling into the black void of rage. The anger welled up in
his heart and he struck out. His passion for revenge seemed unending.
After a time, He left his town for reprive and to start anew. He found
a quiet town to settle in and seemed to flourish. On a night too long,
His anger returned with a vengance. He began to walk the streets in a
incessant rage. The cover of shadows suited him well, as He darted from
buildings in a blur. Many an unfortunate mage met the wrong end of his
dagger that evening... As the rain poured down his half-naked body, mixing
with the blood of the magic users, He could only ask for more... He wandered
in an adrenaline stupor to the mage's guild. Standing outside, he could
hear them speak. He waited for quite some time untill one stepped out.
That's all it took....
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