Pecha
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Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
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HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Dec 8, 2018 21:36:53 GMT -5
3D47, 2930 EXP, 705/705 HP, 6/6 GP Serori had beaten Pecha to the punch in terms of showing how much better she was as a warrior than the Saiyan maid was. It would be about a month after their fight before Pecha was feeling better from her bruises. She remained in bed staring out the palace windows of her small abode and sighed. She'd accidentally hurt or killed people in her stunt as an Oozaru to prove her worthiness to Retasu before his big debut at a tourney. She was certain he didn't like it as she rested against the back of her bed's frame sitting there in little more than a night gown wondering what to do next. She hadn't heard it was okay for her to train again, even though Retasu wanted her to do so, thus she was afraid to get out of bed and try. She could feel though that after her own fight with Serori she'd gotten slightly stronger even though she lost to the older, tougher Saiyan woman. She so wanted to prove her mettle against her once more, and so, even though it was likely against what others would have wanted she did the only thing she could do with her injured body which was train in secret. She did sit ups in bed, punched the air multiple times and stretched her arms out. It was a terrible way to workout but she felt she needed to continue to appear sick. She couldn't be seen disobeying orders she felt she had to keep to. "Don't fight." that's what her mind told her. Yet she didn't know it was all quite the opposite.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 17, 2018 22:26:20 GMT -5
It was a loud night, apparently there was going to be some sort of announcement soon. Retasu had gone out with Serori on a mission a few days ago, the duo returning with the Northern King looking like he had been in quite the battle, but survived it. The rumor was that he had battled a Southern Soldier, near King's Landing which was sacked by Pars and his mercenary army while Retasu remained on Earth-2 for a few days after the Tenkaichi Budokai. The entire thing did not sit will with Retasu at all, so he struck back, somewhat.
Serori was making her rounds, down the halls of the Imperial Tower where she stayed, along with Retasu and all his retainers, and also Pecha. She stopped by the maid's door, pounding on it with a fist, her brash and aggressive voice could be heard on the other side of it. "OI! Wake up, brat. I have some news I need to pass along and it does me no good if you're sleeping for it."
Quite annoyingly, the female warrior would continue to knock on the door, loudly, until Pecha answered it.
(if he shows up) Retasu - 3d62 Serori - 3d49
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Dec 18, 2018 14:07:24 GMT -5
Serori's banging and shouting at her door was something Pecha easily heard. She was a trained servant of the Retasu family after all and nothing escaped her ears not even gossip. She stopped her flailing about and kicked her sheets off the bed before hopping out and rushing to the door. When she got there she skid to a halt and saluted Serori rather quickly. Serori woul be able to clearly see she had no time to change from her night cloths but Pecha did not care as it was possibly news about the only thing she often cared for in life. Retasu! Well, that's what she thought initially but after getting beaten to a pulp she found she needed to be taking of herself some more. "Se-Serori," she'd say in a gasping voice, "I was just resting in my room and, um, about to get dressed. What's what? What's wrong?" she demanded. She hoped she wasn't late for some cleaning duties in the palace yet a good look at Serori's face and her tone earlier said otherwise. Something was up. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 20, 2018 22:10:26 GMT -5
Serori made a face at the girl as she answered the door. They were complete opposites. Pecha was small and lithe, dressed in some sort of night clothes while Serori was taller, a bit more toned overall and dressed from head to toe in her battle attire as usual. It was likely she slept in it, or something equally as harsh looking. "I know it's your bed time or whatever, but King Retasu has called a small meeting with all his retainers and the like, so he needs the meeting room prepped immediately." The scowl never left her face, dark eyes narrowing down at her as she crossed her arms under her armored chest. She remembered just how strong Pecha actually was when she was backed into a corner. If the girl had any true fighting skill whatsoever their contest would have been much closer. It still drove Serori mad. "Get dressed into your usual attire and shake a leg. We don't have all night to wait for you, sleeping beauty."
Serori would suck in on her teeth at that, turning on her heel and heading out towards the meeting room where she had instructed Pecha to go. It wasn't much to look at, like most of the Imperial Tower it needed more rebuilding than cleaning. It was a simple room with one large table in the middle of it, several chairs situated around it with the largest and most gaudy chair saved for the acting King or Queen of the Empire, in this case Retasu himself. No one else was in the room except for Serori, who approached the table and pressed a few buttons. A hologram of the planet popped up instantly. Once Pecha made her way in, Serori continued to toy with the buttons and such, not looking up at Pecha but speaking to her. "Make sure the old goats have plenty of wine to drink and whatever fresh food we have for them to snack on. That's really why they're going to be here. Hmph, and make it quick. Last thing anyone wants is some maid hanging around while King Retasu discusses his plan of attack against that false King in the South, Pars."
The duo of Retasu and Serori had just returned not too long ago from a skirmish against some Southern soldiers as it were, and it appeared Retasu was going to brief the "round table" of elders in the North as to what his plans were next for the Empire.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Dec 22, 2018 6:50:16 GMT -5
Pecha didn't know why but she could feel an air of disdain from Serori. She knew it was probably because she was still in her sleeping gear instead of work attire at this early in the morning. The young lady, on command to change, would then shut the door and zoom about the room in order to clean herself up and change clothes in under a minute. She'd then reopen it and appear in somewhat matching battle attire as Serori's own but have hers designed to be navy blue in color. Without a second thought she'd follow her boss and step into Retasu's meeting room whereupon the end of Serori's explanation she'd salute her and simply say, "Ma'am, since you have defeated me in battle I will follow your commands to the ends of the planet. I will clean this room for our king." She didn't need any more encouragement to clean than this. Her first task to clean the place was done by her rushing about sweeping mopping and buffing the floor. She'd unseemly run about with her butt raised high as she used a wax cloth to shine every portion of the floor to near perfection. After cleaning the floors Pecha then took to dusting the walls, chairs and other furniture. Her mind was set on making everything perfect so she sprayed down the room with a lavender scent too and ran about with a fly swatter killing insects too with supersonic slaps. When it almost seemed like this might tire a normal person out she carried out more orders and brought in a big barrel of Saiyan wine nearly three times her size an set it down next to Retasu's chair. "Ah, the boss really needs to get drunk at this so I brought real stuff." She giggled before she rushed out once more and brought in platters of two headed birds, six legged monsters, rice, and giant tentacles among other Saiyan delicacies. Pretty much everything she brought in was something not ever seen on a planet like Earth save one thing. Bananas! The only tolerable fruit on their planet, in her opinion, not grown on it in the first place naturally. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 26, 2018 22:21:18 GMT -5
"Tch. I'm not your 'ma'am' or whatever. Just don't get out of line and there won't be any problems. Do your job and keep your trap shut." Serori huffed out at Pecha, not looking in the least bit amused to have the girl look upon her as a senior of any sort. The truth was, Serori knew that there was some sort of primal power that Pecha was able to tap into in order to nearly defeat her. The girl was strong, and seemingly out of no where. She was a maid, damnit! She was born with such a weak battle power that fighting wouldn't have even suited or, so she was given manual labor. Or at least that was what Serori had thought, anyway. That's what was the norm on this planet, and it had been for centuries.
"Meh, I don't think King Retasu will be doing much drinking. He never does, really. He lets the dusty, old men that pile in here do the drinking for him. Makes them easier to deal with, they become too happy to question every little thing he has to say." Serori's tone changed a bit when addressing Pecha now, who had managed to clean the room quite well and just in time. Within moments, a few of these "elders" that were a part of Retasu's royal retinue began to make their way into the room. All looking quite elderly, some even being as old as to show grey hairs, well into their 70's at this point. They wore a combination of robes and battle armor, with the wide, golden colored shoulder pads. There were five of them. Closely behind them was Retasu, followed by his second in command, his one-armed Uncle, Karroto. Serori bowed her head as the elders walked in, lowering her bow even more, crossing an arm over her heart as Retasu made it into the room.
The men had taken a seat, filling up the table as Retasu stood in the middle. Serori looked at Pecha to shoo her out of the room, but one of the older men in the room called out to her. "Ahem, girl! You there! Young lady, if you would be so kind as to fill out glasses with something to drink?" The man was shorter, some would say out of shape but still maintaining some sort of musculature about him, in an odd way. Serori sneered silently to herself, looking away quickly as once again the girl managed to annoy her by doing nothing more than her job.
Retasu stood there, garbed in his own "formal attire" with similar armor as the other men, with the wide shoulder pads that he only wore during times like these, a purple cape attached and flowing behind him, a long necklace bearing the crest of the Daikondu family as a charm. He did not sit, neither did his uncle, who stood behind him and to the side. "Most respected Elders, I have much to discuss so I will get straight to the point. My time on Earth-2 participating in their tournament seemed to work against us, and for that I must apologize. In my tardiness to return home, it seems the Southern Empire made a move against King's Landing and surrounding territories, taking it for themselves and killing several of our soldiers, leaving everyone else mortally wounded. I take full responsibility for this loss, and have already taken measures to fix everything."
None of the men managed to say anything. Yet. So, Retasu would continue. "It seems that one of the Saiyajin that I had faced twice in battle is actually this mysterious, mercenary King in the South. The man who, together with a hybrid, beat me out in the wastes is the same man I defeated in the tournament on Earth-2 with little effort. His name is Pars. And in all reality the man should be dead, and would be had I known who he was earlier... but... unfortunately, this information was just given to me upon my return and meeting some of his soldiers. I made a promise that I would limit the causalities of our people, if I could, so not knowing this Pars was actually the false King, I had no choice but to spare his life twice. That will not happen again..."
Retasu would pause, giving the men some time to chatter among themselves while Pecha filled their cups.
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Pecha
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Posts: 33
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Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Dec 27, 2018 17:26:24 GMT -5
Pecha heard Serori's words loud and clear as she commanded to keep quiet and do her job. She remained standing next to her and while she listened to her comment about the drinking everyone else but Retasu might do she held her wine flask tightly in prep for old Saiyans to scream out, "More wine!", etc. at her. In Pecha's own mind, she knew she was a lowly Saiyan with no skills other than to serve other Saiyans albeit maybe able to go toe to toe almost with Serori on a good day but that didn’t stop Pecha from wanting to serve her boss. Soon Serori started to shoo her away and give her a grimace of not wanting her here but when her young ears picked up the call for wine she darted back in and dashed around the table dumping drinks into each of the wine cups. Her hands and feet were fast and she would have been a good job at her task except she tripped and found herself flying forward onto the table before the original older Saiyan who called for her just as Retasu ended his speech. Her chest rested against the hard wood for a moment as her entire body curled against her flask and her whole body turned deep red from embarrassment. Her mind was dead set on the fact she made a huge mistake and on top of that was in an awkward, possibly undesirable pose before not only these men though Retasu himself. "S-sorry, sir, I-uh," she tried to stand as she spoke though her legs trembled. She couldn't move before this congregation in order to return back to her post. She was stuck there by the weight of her faulty serving skills. She had to do her best and this was nowhere close to it! Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Jan 2, 2019 18:55:30 GMT -5
One of Serori's eyes twitched considerably, in intense anger, as Pecha literally fell head over heels onto the meeting table and nearly ruining everything in the process. The group of males simply regarded her with blank expressions, especially Retasu, who was taken aback that Pecha was even there, despite the elder calling out to her for wine. Before any more of a mess could be made, the maid was yanked up by the back of her neck quickly by Serori, plucking her from the group. "You damn idiot!" She whispered, quite loudly, through clenched teeth. Karroto, on the other hand, made his way over to defuse anything that would have happened with the elders. "Ahem. I may have only one arm, but I can still pour you men some wine. Here, here." He offered a bit of a smirk, his own good arm taking a hold of the carafe to begin distributing the alcohol.
Retasu would once again blink before continuing. "Erm, as I was saying... I have made it priority to take out the one known as Pars and to do it quickly. He has several powerful players at his side which I think will make things more difficult, however, removing the head is the best course of action. In this instance, the head happens to be Pars." The men began to talk among themselves at that.
Meanwhile, Serori had dragged Pecha across the room and put her up against the wall with a less than satisfied expression on her face. "What the hell is your problem?! This is an important meeting, and you had one job. ONE JOB!" Her voice was still in a loud whisper of sorts, not wanting to further disturb the group as they spoke about important matters. "The very fate of our Empire hangs in the balance. Whether we live to see tomorrow, or get killed by some Southern traitors all hangs on how this meeting goes. Just stand here and don't do a damn thing unless you're asked to!" She sucked in on her teeth, groaning, before turning to face the meeting once again. She stood next to Pecha as if to keep an eye on her.
"So, you mean to fight this Pars alone, then? As was your wish from the beginning when you made your official proclamation as King..." One of the elders addressed Retasu, pausing to take a sip of wine. "But what if he decides to forfeit his false throne to you? What then? Will you still kill him for his transgressions against you and this Empire, the true Empire of Daikondu?" Retasu expected to be questioned, given the fact that he had failed to kill anyone of significance during his last few altercations. His guile was put into question. Perhaps he would make a good leader, but could he follow through if his enemies needed to be killed. He frowned a bit, responding. "I do not think Pars will be going into this battle thinking that forfeit is an option, and neither am I. This battle will be fought until one of us is dead, until PARS is DEAD. And in any case, if he suddenly decides to be a coward and submit to me, how will he ever be able to live on this planet? To face those that followed him? He would be better off dead, permanent banishment and shame would scar him forever. But..." Retasu paused, trailing off. "Again, there is no outcome other than what I am saying. Pars will lay dead at my feet and the planet will be reunited as one. That is not why I brought you here this evening. You're here so I can tell you all about the plans AFTER Pars is defeated." There was an air of confidence within Retasu now, claiming victory already, which most would consider to be a poor decision, given all that has happened.
"I have a plan to bring this planet back to its full potential, so that after all is said and done we can live and thrive without years of rebuilding, which most of us will never see the end to. A plan that will bring Planet Daikondu back to the way it was hundreds of years ago, before it was ruined by invaders and our own people alike, in a matter of moments." He let that sink in, as the elders looked at each other, curious. Even Karroto looked over at Retasu confused. Serori arched a brow up high at her King. "It involves going back to Earth-2 and finding these relics on the planet called the Dragon Balls...."
It sounded like insanity, and surely no one in the room had ever heard of such things before today. Just what was Retasu talking about?!
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
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EXP: 4,930
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HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Jan 9, 2019 18:31:31 GMT -5
After Pecha's little spill the poor Saiyaness found herself dragged from the room by her neck no thanks to her rival and elder Serori. The woman started blathering on what her problem was or some other nonsense but at this point Pecha was silent and too scared to move other than to feel her knees shake beneath her. It wasn't a Saiyan way to be as fearful as she was but after this mess up and the prior beating Serori had given her she was truly scared of her superior Saiyan rival. "I was just trying to give them wine..." she mumbled softly, "ma'am!" she gasped out loud enough at the end for Serori to hear. She heard her next orders to stand still and did just that but could not help but overhear Retasu's long drawn out plans to stop Pars through the doorway. It seemed like it would be a fight to the death and one that was going to take some preparations. It seemed as well like he was going to Earth II too to get something called "Dragon Balls". She had no clue what those were but she uttered to Serori, "You can hear what he's saying right Serori? Has our king gone nuts? Going to Earth II has got to be something only someone stupid would come up with because there's nothing valuable there for Saiyans and never has been." She gulped as she stood there. She felt like in moments she might be beaten across the face for antagonizing her rival into thinking their king was weird or brash or really dumb. She didn't want to think this way but as his possible future girl friend, lover, wife, etc. poor Pecha who only had this single goal to be his "other" only hoped she hadn't heard the words of a man who had been clobbered too much in life and lost his wits. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Jan 15, 2019 23:50:36 GMT -5
If looks could kill, the side-eye expression that Serori gave Pecha after calling their King crazy AND stupid would've vaporized her. Outfit and all. Instead, she kept her cool about it, grumbling a bit under her breath before answering her in her own whisper. "I don't know anything about these Dragon Balls, King Retasu didn't tell me anything when he got back from Earth-2. But... as crazy as it sounds, if he thinks there something like that out there, I'll believe him." Against her better judgement, anyway. She could admit that the entire thing sounded crazy, but she would never say so out loud where Pecha, Retasu or anyone else could hear her admit it. She just hoped that he was right about all of this, and Pecha was not.
The elders kept their voices to somewhat of a mumble, talking among themselves before one of them piped up again. "Do you really think that is wise? Going to Earth-2 once again in search for some... supposed relics that can grant wishes? How long could this take? How would it look for our King to leave just moments after he united the planet? I'm sure there will still be internal strife, there will be some people who will still continue to not want to follow under your banner, King Retasu."
Retasu was abrupt with his answer, almost talking over the elder before he could finish speaking. "Then they will be dealt with. We will deal with them, and any other sympathizer for the false King once this is all over. I.. I know this isn't a very conventional plan, and I'm not asking you all for permission. To put it quite frankly, I don't need it. My word is supreme over all. Not to belittle any of you, but you are my advisors, you do not make the final say as to what I decide." He let that sink in for a moment, all the older men going a bit more quiet now than before. "Though, your advice is always needed and appreciated, it will be my voice that makes the final call for this mission. Once Pars is dealt with, I will lead a small squad to Earth-2 in order to retrieve these Dragon Balls and make our wish." He gave a look to his uncle, who simply offered a small nod in response before continuing on and looking out at his crowd.
"As far as the legitimacy of these relics, we've done some research. It appears that the Dragon Balls are not something that this planet has not heard of, at least several hundred years ago. You should all know that the Namekians had arrived here a long time ago, trying to strike up a deal with both Empires, which caused even more internal issues among us. They offered the chance to make our wish their command, anything they wanted. It sounded out of the ordinary then, but there are some similarities in some of the ancient data we found to what I had seen and heard on Earth-2. While HOW this wish would be granted wasn't explicitly talked about, but they consisted of powerful, mystical orbs that were housed on their home planet." A few of the elders perked up, as if they remembered the story themselves. "On Earth-2, a Namekian appeared and stole one of these relics for themselves, claiming they would get the rest and make their wish. I heard him, as did everyone else. Now, there were two options. One was to head into the planet that houses these hostile Namekians, where ever it is, and attempt to take these Dragon Balls by force, or at least see if there is a correlation between them and these relics on Earth-2. The other option was to head to Earth-2 and find this Namekian and gather the information we want from him, as well as taking whatever Dragon Balls he's attained since then."
Serori simply stood there, taking it all in and not making much of a sound at all. It was a lot to consider, a lot to believe as well. It was such a fantastical sounding tale that Pecha's accusations seemed more truth than her King's story. But, he lived it, he did his research. Who was she to judge? Retasu began to close out the meeting. "As of now, my focus will be on Pars and dethroning him. We can work out the details of the Earth-2 excursion quickly after. It will be our best course of action to bringing back Daikondu to its former glory. Now, if you will excuse me, Elders, I have some training to do." He bowed his head a bit, motioning towards the door as the men got up and left, looking confused and unsure as to what they were just a part of. Retasu gave Serori and Pecha a nod before heading out of the room himself with his uncle.
A heavy sigh escaped Serori, barely giving Pecha a glance as she moved from her post off the wall. "Just... clean all this up and get to bed. Something tells me we're going to have a long couple of months ahead of us." And with that, she marched on out the door as well.
Pecha, going to make this my exit post. You can make yours as well. Figured we would end it here so we can make preparations and do the Beefa/Retasu thread.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
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EXP: 4,930
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HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Jan 16, 2019 7:34:13 GMT -5
Pecha quickly followed Serori's orders and swept up the floors, mopped them, cleaned off the tables, etc. after all the advisers and king Retasu had left the chamber. She wasn't sure what the future would hold concerning these Dragon Balls but since she was a subject of her king she had to follow his decisions. Little did she know as she threw out that last scrap of trash that a monster named Beefa was prepping to come kill the king. Beefa though did come to the back of her mind as she worked because if Retasu left the planet while she was still here she was sure she'd invade and kill some people just to take over the rest of the planet. The young woman capable of turning into a giant and not a proper Oozaru honestly should have been banned from the planet a long time ago but it showed how much of a fool the southern king might be now that Pecha and others knew she was in the south's services. She remembered watching the woman take a boulder, nearly the size of a mountain, and chuck it at King's Landing. It killed a lot of defending Saiyans and she almost had been one (or so she thought) since she was there to evacuate kids whom like her had little to no power yet compared to an adult like her whom should have had plenty. It made her wonder as she changed out of her clothes (after a shower) into a baggy shirt and pants to sleep in whether or not she really could be counted as a Saiyan like Serori, Beefa, Pars or King Retasu. She wasn't really all that strong and even when she tried to be against Serori her powers did not manifest properly. She had no muscle definition so to speak, no energy control either to a grand degree (even though she was better at using it than punching people), and was only really identifiable as a Saiyan due to her hair and tail at all. She wasn't a Saiyan in her mind at all as she lay down and fell asleep. RetasuNote: Yeah, we can finish here. I'm done.
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Post by Tundra on Feb 11, 2019 14:49:30 GMT -5
Sorry grading took so long! Pecha - You have earned 1,350 SP with this thread! Adding now. Retasu - You have earned 2,293 SP with this thread! Per usual, you'll have to add these points to your profile. Looking forward to the story unfold for the Northern Regions!
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Post by Retasu on Feb 13, 2019 21:49:50 GMT -5
Sorry grading took so long! Pecha - You have earned 1,350 SP with this thread! Adding now. Retasu - You have earned 2,293 SP with this thread! Per usual, you'll have to add these points to your profile. Looking forward to the story unfold for the Northern Regions! Thanks, Tundra. Completely forgot about this thread myself.
Added my 2,293 SP for a grand total of 2,293 SP.
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