The Dying BreedThe Dying Breed Prologue Vyra pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the meeting room. The only noticeable thing in the room was the “meeting table”, which could easily seat a hundred other elves. She stepped forward, and took her seat towards the end of the table. Lord Sawyer, head master of all seven tribes of elves, sat at the head of the table. After everyone had finally assembled, he spoke. “This meeting is called to order. I have asked all of you to be here today, because you are the leaders of our races’ many tribes. Sir Brodrick, of the Desert Elves, Lady Penelope of the Ice Elves, Lady Vyra, ofThe Dying Breed
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Be careful whose toes you step on today because they might be connected to the foot that kicks your ass tomorrow.
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day!!
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