Planet Minecraft

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Biorn walked out of his clan house, for one man it was a huge house. It could hold a whole clan and if they didn't mind a few pushes when walking, half an army. He had made it himself the sign on the front read "Battleborn house" but in his own tongue. He started to walk across a bridge to another part of the scattered lands.

Mestaris watched his prey stand under the scaffolding. He smiled, and usheathed a knife, hiding it under his cloak.

Orian woke up, he had just been dreaming about many of his battles and all the friends lost in them.His mind cleared out these thoughts and he continued on with his average day and routine:

1.Get up
2.Get dressed
3.Clean his teeth
4.Straighten hair
5.Wake up everyone else if not already awake

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After this routine Orian walked out of his door and straight to the barracks for morning training.

Mestaris noticed a single rope holding up a some piping about his prey. Aiming his knife at the rope, he sliced it in a single throw, watching the piping crush his prey. "What a silly accident he.." he muttered, as the first screams rang out.

Biorn started to walk into a nearby forest on one of the grounded pieces of rock. He weighed his options he could either hunt with his dagger or his axe. He chose his dagger, it would be quicker and quieter though he was a warrior he couldn't kill an animal painfully.

Retreiving his knife from the wreckage, Mestaris notcied the bodies twisted face staring right at him. He shuddered, and sheathed the knfie. Time to return to his dwellings, await another hit.

Biorn crouched into a bush he then started waiting. He flipped the dagger in his hand waiting for something to walk past. Finally a boar wandered by Biorn jumped at it then cut it's throat.

Returning to his home, Mestaris cleaned the blade swiftly. A single, twisted blade was sheathed on his mantle, its grotesque carvings ornate. Mestaris sat at his piano, and began to play.

Orian jumped onto his Alathian and started off flight training.As he flew through the metal rings he thought about what had happened to his old friend Tonio, within his deep thought he smacked into a metal ring, "oww.." Orian whispered with a little chuckle under his breath.


((Alathian:The dragon like creatures mentioned in the sky guild description))

((Guys, we need to meet somewhere. To progress this )) MEstaris began playing avidly, composing as he went along. He payed no attention to anything, just his thoughts.

Biorn took the boar he said a short blessing in his native language. He then slung the dead boar over his shoulder and started to walk home. He sheathed his dagger in its sheath on his boot.

((My character is kind of a hermit, is there anyway you could come to the shattered lands?))