About: Flipside Exercise by Kormok

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"What are you looking for?" Maxwell shook his head a few times to clear out the errant thoughts, then got to his feet. Tarnished plates, barely fending off the ravages of oncoming rust, clattered noisly as he righted himself. The body sprawled out on the muddy earth before him was riddled with arrows and slices, but most of the blood appeared to have simply pooled in the punctures. The unfortunate victim was stabbed multiple times after his heart had ceased to beat. Some parts of his pale, dead flesh were gnawed upon.

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rdfs:comment	"What are you looking for?" Maxwell shook his head a few times to clear out the errant thoughts, then got to his feet. Tarnished plates, barely fending off the ravages of oncoming rust, clattered noisly as he righted himself. The body sprawled out on the muddy earth before him was riddled with arrows and slices, but most of the blood appeared to have simply pooled in the punctures. The unfortunate victim was stabbed multiple times after his heart had ceased to beat. Some parts of his pale, dead flesh were gnawed upon.
dcterms:subject	Akindi Alkan Phealea Kormok Aloaki Arrish Mosaku Vandrian Roleplaying Exercises Stamp
abstract	"What are you looking for?" Maxwell shook his head a few times to clear out the errant thoughts, then got to his feet. Tarnished plates, barely fending off the ravages of oncoming rust, clattered noisly as he righted himself. The body sprawled out on the muddy earth before him was riddled with arrows and slices, but most of the blood appeared to have simply pooled in the punctures. The unfortunate victim was stabbed multiple times after his heart had ceased to beat. Some parts of his pale, dead flesh were gnawed upon. "Now? I'm looking for a sick bastard." The warrior raised his fist to signal the riders behind them. "Onward to the border, we strike the Undercity at dawn!" His companion spurred her gelding alongside Maxwell, her face clouded with concern. "Max? Are you alright?" Maxwell Kormick turned from the fallen commoner and strode to his powerful stallion, swinging up into the saddle without any apparent effort at all. Fire blazed in his eyes, a spark that was seen all too frequently these days; it was the desire for revenge. "This was Bill Crowley, the man who owned the farm on the far side of Fallow Hills. He was my uncle, Sergeant. And I will take my vengeance upon the monsters that did this to him, mark my words."

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