Badgerlord
Swordsman
Lord of the Badgers. Ninja. Surprisingly good dancer.
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Post by Badgerlord on Oct 9, 2009 11:53:31 GMT -5
The thick vegetation of the jungle is disturbed as a small figure ghosts along, following a path that is not upon the ground, but imprinted in his mind. His helmet is in a pack at his side, and a mottled forest cloak covers his usual black attire. The Shadow mentally curses himself, not for the last time, for choosing his current mission. The forest is alien to him, beyond his ken. He lives in silence normally, but even his prodigious skills are worthless here. No matter where he goes, he always seems to rustle some bush, make some noise as he pulls a boot from the mud. Despite his frustration, no emotion shows on the face that peers out of the cloak's hood. Every so often, he withdraws a small compass from a fold in his clothing and examines it, occasionally making minor adjustments to his course.
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