Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:34 am
Good Outposts Make Good Neighbors
Posted 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.
