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Character: Clayton
Location: Elwynn
Clayton had remained quiet for most of the travel. He had tried to assist with the boxes and such, though he wasn't much help. He really did want to think he had more strength then he had, but he wasn't sure how to really prove it. In fact, he was doubting he even moved that boulder. After he had passed by it, he had noticed that the mound it had been sitting on was rotten with holes.
He sighed heavily, praying for some strength as he lifted another crate.
And for some reason, he was granted it. He was a bit confused at his renewed muscles, but he decided maybe it was some adrenaline kicking in.
"You all having fun?" Clayton shouted, wondering if the others would hear him.
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Character
: Alec
Location
: Elwynn
"I'm inclined to agree," Alec said to Hyper politely and very, very sleepily.
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Character
: Alec
Location
: Elwynn
"Feed it?"
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Character: Clayton
Location: Elwynn
Clayton continued to haul crates, though the work was absolutely agonizing sometimes. He kept on fading to the brink of giving up the task, but always he'd somehow find more strength from somewhere and continue his devious task. It strained him physically, but both his will and this force that was a mystery to him kept him moving forward, even if it was slowly.
"When do we get paid...," he muttered, his thin-shirt and sweat pants probably being the worse clothes to do manual labor in.
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Character: Alexander
Location: Elwynn Forest
Alex turned over slightly until he was in a corner, then proceeded to fall deeper into sleep.
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Character: Clayton
Location: Elwynn
Clayton saw everyone was heading off to sleep for the night. He was grateful that the work was done then, now covered in a thin layer of sweat as he dropped the last crate. His body ached and his back groaned in pain, but if he was getting paid to help them, it'd be worth it. Hopefully, anyway.
He decided he'd be comfortable in the grass next to the tower, picking a patch before passing out on his back.
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Jordan
Eastvale
"Hey guy...." He said after standing there for a moment. "I think we should head to stormwind....maybe we can find something out there..." He said as he fell into silence for awhile.
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JJ
Goldshire
JJ was absent mindedly watching the road and how people went back and forth with their business. It was sometime until a distinctive figure walked past the smithy that he snapped awake and turned his head to see that person better.
It was a man with out a shirt. But that wasn't what caught his attention. The man seemed somehow out of place in this village. JJ scratched his head to figure out what it was. The clothes, of course the clothes. Too modern to fit this place.
He saw the man sit by the road and desided to get closer. JJ slowly got up and began walking towards the man, eyeing and measuring him at the same time.
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Logan
Elwynn
Logan held the worgen face in his hands, scratching it between the ears until he noticed one of his tears drip down, splashing off that hat.
He blinked away the tears for a moment, checking to make sure he was alone.
"Here I am, lightyears upon lightyears from home. And I can't even control myself here?" He brought the hat up to his face, burying his crying eyes in the fur. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He sobbed.
It was late, and he was tired, but no rest came for the wicked. Logan spent his first night in Azeroth as his fifth in a row with no sleep. Sorrow and guilt overtook him, keeping him awake.
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Logan
Elwynn
Logan's shoes echoed as he walked along the cobblestone. His face was red and dry from his night of crying, but the smell of tea filled the air. The worgen head hung from his coat pocket.
Approaching the center room, he looked at Hyper. "You smell that tea?" He asked her, rather non-chalantly.
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