Good Outposts Make Good Neighbors
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:34 amPosted on UO Herald by Mark Steelman
As Dawn was about to step into the receiving chamber, she
paused in front of the mirror near the door and tucked a ringlet of her brown
hair back into place. It defiantly popped free again. Dawn clenched her lips
and shook her head slowly.
How did I ever end up playing the part of queen? she
thought to herself as she examined her appearance in the mirror. I am a
warrior, a third-generation royal guard. I have fought orcs and ophidians and
demons and giant, mutant plants and all sorts of monsters… and now it
seems I must face tea parties with potentates and dignitaries. I am unsure
which is more likely to kill me.
As Dawn was about to step into the receiving chamber, she
paused in front of the mirror near the door and tucked a ringlet of her brown
hair back into place. It defiantly popped free again. Dawn clenched her lips
and shook her head slowly.
How did I ever end up playing the part of queen? she
thought to herself as she examined her appearance in the mirror. I am a
warrior, a third-generation royal guard. I have fought orcs and ophidians and
demons and giant, mutant plants and all sorts of monsters… and now it
seems I must face tea parties with potentates and dignitaries. I am unsure
which is more likely to kill me.