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The Barra
Velven Guild. A guild of life and death intertwined to it’s own being. Known for and as a guild of Mercenaries, truly
skilled in the way of battle. But as you move onto this dock you now enter an entirely different world. Not only does one
carry a blade, but the Barra Velven are trained in every aspect of life. Healers in magic and mortal ways, Black smiths
of the highest skill in the lands. The lands of the guild welcomes all who foot the lands. Any one in need of a place to stay
always welcome, trade dealers and the like. Multiple rooms available to anyone who needs such. A roomy Tavern, open to any
patrons who happen through the doors. For all those who wish to join and become apart of the Barra Velven, then speak to Mittasurie
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A shadow streaks
across the wall, yet blended with the flickering lights of the fire. The chill of fear runs up your spine, to extend the fur
of your hackles as well along your arms to raise goosebumps. Clean percise sounds of metal to metal sound through the air.
Though so soft it could be but a whisper. Your imagination at best, with such delicate soundings. Soon after a voice perked
your ears, catching your attention to a small girl over by the fire place. She seemed to be sketching along the floors, and
singing a strange yet morbid song. "One, two, They're coming for you. Three, four, Better lock your door. Fi've, six Get your
crusifix. Seven, eight, Don't stay out late...Ni'ne, ten, They struck again.." She laughs lightly looking up to you now. Just
as those childs eye's meet your own, a sudden pain beyond anyother stabs into your chest. As you look down the glimmering
of a blade dug deep within your heart. The lights seem to dim, as you gasp for breath and lay back heavy within your seat.
The pain exits your body as you drift into the grasp of death... Or has it?? Suddenly you wake, gasping in a light sweat from
a nightmare like no other. Your ears perk as you look over the busy tavern, voices and laughter from the patrons fill the
air. But one sound seems to catch your attention above all else, a childs voice... "One, two, They're coming for you..."
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