(ooc:This is my first ever post in the RPG. Here it goes!)
Osiris was walking on the road towards Pyke. Osiris the legendary trombone player. He pulled out his trombone and practiced one more time. He couldn't have any mistakes while he was in Pyke. He studied the notes he wrote on a piece of papyrus.
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B B B C D C B D C C B B B B C D C B D C B D C C B.
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(ooc: BTW, that's half of a real song from my first edition band book.
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He had everything ready. The tune wasn't that great, but it would make him a few bucks. Osiris jumped with suprise. He had thought so much that he didn't notice he was already in the square of Pyke, when he noticed something was already going on. Lots af sligs were gathered in the square. Some had immense muscles and to Osiris's suprise, real legs! He put away his trombone and tried to get a better look. In the process of trying to get a better veiw, he accidently bumped into a slig. "Hey, watch it punk!" "Sorry", said Osiris. Osiris really wasn't that good of fighter and he didn't want any trouble. He decide that he would figure out what was going on when the croud thinned out. He slowly walked away, when his attention was caught by gabbit in a wheel chair who had just run into a funny looking figure in a cloak. He didn't look seriously hurt from Osiris's point of veiw, but he better just check to be sure. He walked over to the cloaked figure and asked "are you OK?".
[ April 23, 2001: Message edited by: Osiris The Fleech ]