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« on: February 06, 2011, 12:01:08 PM »

Name: Shra Rivkah

Occupation: Smith    

Gender: Female

Race: Dwarf
 
Tribe: Thrumgolzerim

Age: 204  

Birthday: Hunden the 21st day of Sognasthos, 1467 A.S.

Title: Tubby Hatchet

Overview
Shra is a mistress of the forge and has carried on the family business with her late husband for years. After her mate disappeared the dwarfess stayed home long enough to finish raising her children, then setout to find her husband or his killers. She is strong of will but surprisingly understanding as only a mother can be. Most will find her somewhat haughty but this is more a lack of caring for trivial matters. The smith has deep convictions about finding those that may have murdered her husband and is quite adamant about showing all those like them the sharp end of an axe.

Eye Color: Nor'sidian

Hair Color: Cyhalloi Snow

Height: 1 Ped, 2 Palmspans, 9 Nailsbreadths (4'2")

Weight: 1 Pygge, 4 Heb, 2 Hafeb (About 153 Lbs.)

Description
“Well boy where to start? My name be Shra Rivkah and I am decades more than you’ll ever see, though me mind slips, I am guessing a ripe two hundred and four now.” Calloused and scarred fingers gingerly caressed the distance of her waist length Cyhalloi Snow beard. They paused momentarily upon one of the multitude of wooden concentric circles that fell in perfectly spaced rows amongst the abundant display. A tinge of sorrow could be glimpsed within the nor’sidian depths of her eyes when Shra’s heavy brow fell slightly, nearly obscuring them completely behind silvery eyebrows.

The dwarf’s eyes lifted to meet the inquisitor's gaze firmly, peering out over her robustly plump nose. Ragged wrinkles drawing back slightly from the edges of her rounded orbs. “Me husband made dem for me.” Thick digits still continued to stroke the ringlets woven into her beard. “Woulda been our one hundred and thirteenth anniversary this year, mind ya.” With apparent effort the dwarfess lifted one hand to reveal a squat ear, from behind a massive cascade of snow-white tresses.

Along the appendage's length were four silver earrings with minute wooden carvings dangling from each. With a somber tone Shra continued on. “He made dez for me not thirty years ago. Da anvil for the solidity of our love, dis hammer for the life that forged it, dis fork for the hard work that fed our children and da pickaxe for our Lord Urtengor.” Shra's thick fingers gliding behind each as she spoke of them. Stern lips parted ever so slightly into a lightly yellow toothed grin.  

Surprised as the dwarfess stood quickly, the inquisitor assumed it was swiftly for someone over two centuries of age. Shra was short but the observer was astute enough to garner that she was of average height, a couple palmspans over a ped for sure. When the dwarf walked, with a slight limp, he also took note that she was well built. Maybe near one hundred and forty od, yet exceptionally powerful about the shoulders and most definitely commanding in the arms. There seemed to be a multitude of minute scars from just below the elbow to just below the shoulder on each limb. As the smith started to pour herself a drink from the keg, the effortless movement caused an abundance of corded muscles to ripple under profoundly tanned flesh.

Oddly enough, the inquisitor thought, the dwarf’s legs seemed rather stumpy in comparison to the rotund chest and abdomen. The earthen hued pants appeared to be made of wool and were tucked into a pair of mid-calf leather boots. Their soles seemed to be thick although the abundant scuffmarks all over them revealed they were not of recent construction. A firebrick red shirt was buttoned up the front, covering the entirety of the dwarf’s torso, yet ended just below the shoulder on each arm. The garment was tucked into the trousers at a point one could only guess to be her waistline.

About Shra’s waist hangs a wide leather belt with a rather robust copper buckle, the band itself no less than four nailsbreadths in width. As the dwarfmaid returned to the table the inquisitor observed quite a few items hanging about the bands girth. Most notably a belt knife that he knew to be for carving meats or other simple tasks. Another was the eating knife used for the spreading of jams and other fine meal items. A saltscraper was also noted in a tiny sheath at the dwarf’s waistline. A stabstick could be seen clipped to the outside of the sheath, the utensil similar to a trident with its three tined construction, most likely used for eating. Two utilitarian steel rungs hold obvious tools of the smith’s trade, a pickhammer and a ringmail hammer, both of them worn with use.

Out of curiosity the inquisitor reached a hand towards the pile of Shra’s belongings. Swiftly the dwarfmaid brought a clenched fist down upon the table with a thunderous echo in the silence of the room. “Lad dat stuff be my own and I recommend ye not touching them.” The stout grin the dwarfess shot him revealed no humor, only the crease of an ancient busted top lip, long since healed. “If ye are curious I shall tell ye what is there.” She flexed the hand that had struck the table, before grasping the tankard of ale, an endeavor to relieve the stiffness in the appendage.    

“Der be an einn of throwing axes, forged by my own hands, the shafts crafted by me late husband from the hardiest of black oaks. Dey be sharpened by my own hands lad, I would guess ye could shave with them.” With detachment the dwarfmaid took a sip of Tuborger Brown from the tankard before continuing on. “The chainmail vest was to be a gift to my belated husband as well as the pauldrons, lame, gauntlets and boots. I saved many years to create them for him, importing Troll Mountain ores in the bluish hue he loved so dearly. Buying the finest aurium to decorate the entire suit with golden filigree. The design an ornamental display of my personal forgemark accented with oontrum stones.”

Gently the dwarf reached down and gathered up the warhelm amongst the pile. “I know not whose design this is, though it does hint at Mitharim craftsmanship. My husband wore this for many years; the golden filigree was inspirational for the design of the armor. The beast horns rising from each side are unlike any I have seen; yet they seem to be in excellent shape after all these years.” Her calloused fingers ran lovingly over the length of the two palmspan, pointed horns.  

Personality
Some dwarves might consider Shra to be a bit over trusting of the larger folk, specifically humans. Yet the dwarfmaid and her husband have done trading up and down the Dorashi River for decades. She has had an immense amount of interaction with this race and gets along fairly well with them. One should not confuse comfort with trust as the dwarfess rarely takes relationships with these people to a personal level. But casual conversation and a wee-bit of drinking is not an uncommon pastime for the smith when surrounded by them. The dwarf has even become quite forgiving of their horrific table manners, even tempering her own to fit theirs during large gatherings.

After multiple decades of working the forge, Shra is quite adept at ascertaining the oremarks of most dwarven clans and the forgemarks of the most notorious of smiths. Having studied the workings of the forge for over twelve decades it is not hard for the dwarfmaid to know the level of craftsmanship, worked on an item, with only minute observations. Even custom blends of ore can be observed quite easily by her, frequently causing the smith to bring the subject to the fore if a metallic object is of unique construction. With the appropriate answers from those being asked, the dwarfess's friendly demeanor may open a wee-bit.

The most troubling of issues Shra has observed is the way other races raise their young. Betwixt her time spent in the forge and traveling with her husband to sell their goods, it was not uncommon to find the dwarf also raising the young of other clan members. The bizarre perception that child raising is the sole purpose of one or both parents irritates the dwarfess immensely. How does a child get raised properly, by basically being pawned off upon the minority of a culture? This mindset repeatedly gets the dwarfmaid involved in the affairs of small children, regardless of the dangers or necessities.

Although Shra loves a good song with an accompaniment of instrumentals, the dwarf has no training in regards to either aspect of music. A friendly crowd of dwarven patrons might incline the dwarfess to sing along or possibly dance to the tune. Yet as age has came upon her, these random bouts of gaiety have become less numerous. For those that have known the dwarfmaiden for an extensive amount of time, this lax in merriment took a turn for the worse after the passing of her husband.

The troubles of highwaymen are an instant item of attention for the dwarf. She loathes men of this profession above all others. As she has defended caravans against these loathsome beasts for decades, her heart was not tempered towards the forgiving when her husband was slain by them. To speak honestly, the dwarfess now considers all thieves to be the lowest beasts in the world. Acts of thievery, murder or the strong-arming of peasants are all ways to bring Shra’s blood to a boil. She has made it a personal crusade to wipe out those that inflict such heinous crimes upon the world. Whether it be to swing from the gallows of a magistrate or left butchered along a roadside.        

Strengths
::Axe-Thrower:: Shra has been wielding the Thrazeen ax under these circumstances since she was but eighty summers old. Initially she learned them as a defensive aspect for caravans amongst the Thrumgolz and later, more personally, for the defense of her husbands convoy in trade routes. With the passing of her Age of Choosing the smith was a prolific maker of these weapons, which required frequent utilization of them to determine balance and power. Only accurate to just over twenty peds one could not doubt how precise the dwarfmaid’s strikes are or the authority they are delivered with.

::Battle-Axe:: The dwarfess uses a larger ax as a one-handed weapon and although she is moderately better with throwing them, she is no slouch with the hand held version. The shaft of the weapon is just over a ped in length, although the grip is wrapped about two-thirds the way up its shaft. This high handhold grants Shra amazing control of the weighty weapon and also gives the smith the option of moving her grasp for greater length strikes. She always uses a shield combined with the ax as to offset the less favorable defensive abilities of her preferred weapon. Amongst humans the dwarfmaiden would be on par with most any well-trained, front line soldier in the utilization of this cleaving device.

::Forging:: Shra’s skills in forging are extraordinary, making her a true mistress of the profession. She has gained the most honorable of all marks amongst her people, the right to bare her personal forgemark upon all she creates. Amid her fellow smiths the insignia relays immediately that such items are her own works. Quite capable of forging excellent quality armor and armaments the dwarfess is just as adept in the making of utensils and jewelry of no small value. Her entire adult life and a few decades prior have been spent laboring away in all aspects of the forge.

::Armored:: The dwarfess wears a full chain hauberk with plate pauldrons, lame, gauntlets and boots. She is also adorned with a full plate helm and a wooden round shield, reinforced with metallic bands. Most of which are forged by her hands over twenty years, with iron from the Troll Mountains and smelted with vernik. All of the metal work is obviously of the finest craftsmanship, as Shra has constructed most of the pieces.

::Exceptional Strength:: Although Shra is on the median end of height for the ladies of her clan, she has a powerful stature definitely exceeding the dwarf's height. The dwarfmaid's arms are commanding and toned from decades of hard work with hammer and anvil. Easily setting her strength on par with some of the largest of men amongst the Thrumgolz. She is not a brawler and really knows little about such trivial matters, but if someone were to engage the dwarfess in such endeavors. They would soon find her blows to be excruciating and grueling to endure, not unlike the strikes of a hammer upon the anvil.

::Reading and Writing:: The dwarf has traveled amongst human settlements for well over a century and has a fair grasp of the Tharian language. She can read and write Thergerim with relative ease while Tharian has a varied level of comprehension. Able to read the human language with comparative effortlessness, the dwarf does struggle with writing it, even using Thergerim in speech when she does not know the word in the human tongue.        

Weaknesses
::Bugger that Hurts:: After a lifetime of using the hammer and forge the constant strikes have brought on some painful ailments. The least of which is not the horrific cramps that frequently plaque the smith in recent times. Recurrently her powerful hands have frozen up in a mangled mess whilst endeavoring to work on small objects. Sometimes drawing the dwarf’s thumbs to her palms in a rigged state, requiring Shra to physically move them and massage their lengths to reduce the sting. Debilitating at times this has began to hinder her craftsmanship and has the dwarf emotionally on edge, that her career may soon be a lost dream.

::Hearing-Impaired:: The constant din of hammer upon anvil has started to take its toll on Shra’s hearing. Although such calamity is music to her, it has done little good for the dwarfmaid’s ears. Even now it is difficult for the dwarfess to hear minute sounds without her actively listening for them. The tenor of a casual conversation is probably the most clandestine of interactions the smith could garner anything meaningful from. Yet the dwarf has become accustomed to focusing in on those speaking around her. It would not be difficult for a group to hold a conversation a few peds behind her to go relatively unheard.  

::Misaligned Leg:: Shra’s left leg has a slight outwards bow to it, although the appendage has never suffered an injury. One might guess it to be a natural occurrence from the smith’s stance at the forge. Others might jest that it is like an oak bowing under its own weight. Regardless, the strange angle has started to hinder the dwarf in the most mundane of tasks. Walking is now a hobbling gait whilst running looks like a sidelong charge with the bowed leg leading the way.

::Cowards:: Thieves, murderers and thugs in general are all matters of deep concern for the dwarfess. The least they will find is a boisterous rebuttal of their actions to all those within hearing distance. Most likely leading into a full out confrontation as Shra demands their immediate surrender for their crimes. Only overwhelming numbers would cause the dwarf to pause short of conflict. But even these circumstances would nigh hold her tongue, as she would berate them for their poor behavior.

::Poor Eyesight:: The dwarf's vision has been faltering in recent years. She is by no means blind, but she does struggle to observe distant objects with any clarity. Anything beyond about fifty Peds becomes quite blurry and further than one hundred Peds is completely obscure for her. Although she can work with items up close with no fear of mishap the distance of her horizons are closing in with each passing year.

History
1467 A.S.
 Shra was born in the city of Een Puvtyr, being the eldest of a set of identical twins. Identical in as far as a sister and brother can be. Their mother was a Weavewender and their father was a Sender of some skill. By the age of twenty it was highly evident that Shra was attracted to things well outside her families interests, spending large amounts of time with Brewmistresses, Woodsmiths and the Smiths about the forge. Like all young Thrumgolz she traveled amongst a plethora of other areas lending a hand as needed.

1497 A.S.
 The young dwarf had become a regular in the areas of the forge, habitually attending the furnaces and setting out the instruments on a daily basis. After learning the smelting points of common ores and the tending of the bellows to keep them at consistent temperatures she moved on to basic forgings. Hammering out flat planes of steel to required thickness to be used by the elders in finer workings. Even learning to make horseshoes along with the nails used to mount them properly to the hooves, became daily chores for the budding apprentice.

1527 A.S.
 At only sixty years of age the dwarfmaid had started to forge a variety of tools meant to assist the community in their daily chores. Shovels and pickaxes being the most common items she was permitted to work on. Some of her time was still spent on providing fuel for the furnaces and even running the bellows as needed. But more and more she was being taught the idiosyncrasies of the hammer and anvil. How the variable ores could be combined to make a diversity of steels, some adamantly strong whilst others were flexible with great tensile resiliency.

1557 A.S.
 The time of Wirrutharoon came for the budding young smith and she had spent the previous year preparing for it. With careful work the dwarfess had set about hammering out a tower shield. Although of simple construction, the ore chosen for it was of unique quality and exceptional durability. The craftsmanship was remarkable for such a young smith and was straightforwardly a passing mark, allowing Shra to complete her Huregozar and pass into adulthood.

1560 A.S.
 Shra had chosen Urgur during the Time of Choosing and was married to him in this year. Each of them fell into their chosen professions with the enthusiasm of youth. Shra of course continued her works in the forge whilst Urgur worked fervently as a Woodsmith, crafting family furniture and a plethora of objects to sell. Over the coming decades the duo would carry their wares to a variety of places along the Dorashi River and the surrounding locals. The dwarfess honing her skills with the throwing ax during these times as they traveled further and further from home on trade missions. Even gaining some skill in close quarter combat against the most flamboyant of highwaymen. The couple made excellent profits over the years as each grew ever more predominant in their professions.
    
1565 A.S.
 It was in this year that Shra gave birth to a pair of sons, Trong and Erok were both healthy and vibrant members of the community over the coming decades. The dwarfess took a break from her travels with her husband and set about the tending of her children. Although she still forged regularly she could also be found as a grannie tending the communal areas of the clan’s holdings. This rather motherly trend in her life lasted near two decades before returning to her customary place alongside her husband in his journeys.

1587 A.S.
 With the smith’s overabundant amount of works in providing for her family and the clan as a whole, her excellence was recognized with permission of her own personal forgemark. An honor rarely gained over a lifetime of exertion, the dwarfmaid was held with esteemed admiration amongst all those of her craft. This brought many young smiths to follow under her tutelage and more than a few requests from prominent dwarven families. Still the extra income garnered from her fine works brought an abundance of wealth into the clan and gave Shra access to some of the premium ores in all of Santharia.  

1643 A.S
 By far the worst year the dwarf maiden can recall is this one. Having stayed home to attend to her apprentices in the forge, her husband had set out to deliver their goods before the first fall of snow. He was to return early in the month of Hotron before the heavy snowfalls blanketed the world above. The winter came on harsh and all efforts to send out search parties were delayed in the blizzard like conditions. Shra held out hope that her husband had found a town along the way and had stayed put. But as winter rolled into spring there had been no word from him, until a fellow merchant came to visit her. The dwarf spoke of finding Urgur’s wagons burnt alongside a well beaten path with no evidence of the bodies to be found.

1664 A.S.
 Shra held out hope that her husband had merely been forced to flee from the assailants. She continued to forge the suit of armor she had been working the last two decades upon. Praying each day that he would return a wee-bit worse for the wear, habitually awaiting his arrival at the entrance to the city, at the end of each day. Still time marched on as the dwarfmaid fell into the realms of despair.

1665 A.S.
 So it was her children had come to the Time of Choosing, the dwarfess left all the wealth of the family to her children. Allowing the boys to create lavish quarters to entertain prospective females and to obtain some of the finest clothing available to swoon them with. Before the festivities began Shra donned the armor she had created for her husband and wandered from the caves in search of Urgur. Determined to walk every road imaginable to find her long lost husband or to find those responsible for his demise.

1671 A.S.
 Six years have passed and she still wanders the pathways of the world, hoping to find any clue of what became of her beloved. Frequently hiring on as a caravan guard to traverse from one city to the next. Even infrequently she will pause to take up the forge for income, the art her only solace in the eternal winter that has befallen Shra’s soul.

Weapons
::Throwing Axes:: Their heads weigh a full one Od, five Mut and are in the "bearded axe" style. This allows the dwarfess to get her hand behind the edge for shaving strokes. There is a pronounced hammer poll for driving nails, peening rivets, etc. The axes cutting edge are one Palmspan and two Nailsbreadths, these edges are ground with a flat bevel for smoothing planks. They have one Fore, one Palmspan and two Nailsbreadths handles of black oak.

::War-Axe:: This is a single bladed battle-axe with an overall length of two Fores and three Palmspans, the axe is a formidable weapon. Its two Plamspans and four Nailsvreadths primary blade is backed by a one Palmspan long fully sharpened armor piercing hook. Solid uruyant thrusting spikes are attached at both ends of the beautiful black oak handle.

Overall Length:: Two Fores and three Palmspans,
Blade Length: Two Palmspans and four Nailsbreadths.
Handle Length: Two Fores, one Palmspan and two Nailsbreadths.
Spike: One Palmspan.
Blade Material: Hand forged Uruyant.
Handle: Black Oak.
Weight: Four Ods and five Mut.

Belongings
-   Six Thrazeen axes on a bandolier crisscrossed over her chest.
-   One well-made war axe carried in a sheath over her shoulder.
-   A chain hauberk with plate pauldrons, lame, gauntlets and boots.
-   A change of clothes in the hues mentioned in the description section.
-   A pair of well worn leather boots.
-   A wide leather belt about her waist with these items in an array about her girth a belt knife, eating knife, saltscraper, stabstick, pickhammer and ringmail hammer.
-   Three small pouches containing spare rings for repairs.
-   A slightly tattered bearskin cloak.
-   A wooden box containing flint and tinder.
-   A weeks worth of dried horse jerky and mushrooms.
-   A large wineskin filled with potable water.
-   A plated horned helmet.
-   A pouch filled with an exceptional amount of currency.
-   A large rucksack to carry her loose possessions.
-   A personally scribed copy of Rocktales.
-   A wooden round shield.
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« Reply #1 on: February 06, 2011, 03:11:15 PM »



Quite the sexy dwarf... Now while I try and get that hauntingly beautiful image out of my head, I may as well do some commenting.

I've definitely got some admiration for your physical description section. However, there is something I'm not sure about here.

From the physical description:

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“Well boy where to start? Never was fond of talking to you humans. My name be Shra Rivkah and I am decades more than you’ll ever see, though me mind slips, I am guessing a ripe two hundred and one now.”

And now from your personality section:

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Some dwarves might consider Shra to be a bit over trusting of the larger folk, specifically humans. Yet the dwarfmaid and her husband have done trading up and down the Dorashi River for decades. She has had an immense amount of interaction with this race and gets along fairly well with them. One should not confuse comfort with trust as the dwarfess rarely takes relationships with these people to a personal level. But casual conversation and a wee-bit of drinking is not an uncommon pastime for the smith when surrounded by them. The dwarf has even become quite forgiving of their horrific table manners, even tempering her own to fit theirs during large gatherings.

These don't really seem consistent with one another. But I'm open to why they might work together. Just add some clarity to the situation, please.

From your personality:

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The bizarre perception that child raising is the sole purpose of one or both parents irritates the dwarfess immensely. How does a child get raised properly, by basically being pawned off upon the minority of a culture?

Once again all I'm asking for is some clarity. It really isn't certain to me what you mean here but I have a good idea.

Now, I thought pretty hard about your strengths and I think you're just getting by. So, I'll say it's balanced but someone else might not, after I've approved you.

As for your history, I think you covered the essentials and I'm satisfied with it. So, if you clear up these minor issues I've pointed out, I'll give you my approval.
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« Reply #2 on: February 06, 2011, 03:54:07 PM »

I'll use a real life example, although converse to the situation you have mentioned. Many people are fond of wolves, some going as far as to live amongst them (+Fondness). Yet, most of these same people will tell you that they can not be trusted 100% of the time, due to their feral nature (-Trust).

In essence, Shra is not fond of them but she is more trusting of them when compared to most dwarves. Willing to even go out of her way in some aspects to get along with them, even though she finds it somewhat uncouth. Her work and her husbands has forced her to be somewhat at ease around humans but she doesn't particularly enjoy it. (-Fondness, +Trust)

On the comment of the children: Dwarves consider child rearing to be a communal thing... Shra finds the other races desire to keep the raising of children down to a select few to be appalling. Even well educated children amongst the rich could number their teachers and caretakers to at most a dozen. In a dwarven community, especially the Thrumgolzerim, that number is equal to every knowledgeable-available adult.
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« Reply #3 on: February 13, 2011, 05:32:17 PM »

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In essence, Shra is not fond of them but she is more trusting of them when compared to most dwarves. Willing to even go out of her way in some aspects to get along with them, even though she finds it somewhat uncouth. Her work and her husbands has forced her to be somewhat at ease around humans but she doesn't particularly enjoy it. (-Fondness, +Trust)

Something this complicated should probably be elaborated upon in the CD. As it is, someone could just as well read your CD and be at a loss as to whether or not she likes humans or not.
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« Reply #4 on: February 13, 2011, 05:56:42 PM »

Simply removed the 'fond' sentence as it was merely a part of the Appearance and fairly useless. So there should no longer be any mass confusion on that point.
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« Reply #5 on: February 14, 2011, 05:00:05 AM »

I am terribly fond of this hearty dwarven mistress! You have done a phenomenal job at creating a lucid portrait of her. My only critique is that, as a dwarf, she probably would not refer to the God of the Forge as Urtengor, but rather as Trum-Baroll.

Wonderful job on this! I hope you are titled soon!  Pet
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« Reply #6 on: February 14, 2011, 05:19:46 AM »

Nice catch Ceri, but in truth the Thrumgolz are slightly different in religion as they use either name interchangeably. The tribe as a whole considers the meaning beneath both names to be the most important aspect of their deity. Hope that cleared things up a bit.
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They will refer to Urtengor or Trum-Barol with equal ease, saying that a name does not change the nature of the thing, but rather that as a gem has many facets so their god may have more than one name.
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« Reply #7 on: February 14, 2011, 06:56:58 AM »

Ah! So you are correct--in which case, why is your profile still here? It should be approved! Hopefully someone will come along soon to give their approval.
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« Reply #8 on: February 14, 2011, 08:19:10 AM »

Okay Shra, you have your first approval.
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« Reply #9 on: February 19, 2011, 07:47:20 AM »

Second Approval  Pet
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« Reply #10 on: February 22, 2011, 03:35:08 AM »

Titled and Archived!
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