Takneil 0 Posted March 24, 2016 Author #21 Report Share Posted March 24, 2016 (edited) Having exited the stronghold Takneil let out a sigh of relief, he was finally out. Turning he examined the outside of the bandits "home", for floor two it was an extreme dungeon to take on. Only reason he was able to solo it was because he was a complete bad ass at this point in time, he had worked hard. Made alliances with good people and as far as he knew...no enemies. Having falling asleep the boy lightly snored as he laid upon a log, though having nearly died. Through all of his hardships of that day were stolen by a large chested, red haired woman...all one hundred and eighty of them. Thread end +1 SP +3600 Col +179 Materials Stolen by Crimsa. ;P Edited March 24, 2016 by Takneil Link to post Share on other sites
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