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The Voyage of Elwar Soran - Chapter 12

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Published: Jul 8, 2012

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First off, sorry for missing last weeks release. Needed some time to get ahead with the story again since I'm thinking that chapters 13 & 14 as they're currently written should be combined into one chapter which would be about 30 pages long or so. Not entirely certain I'll do that, but we'll see next week, won't we?

Anyway, this chapter mainly leads us to what will be the ending climax of part two of our story. We get a glimpse of Yerny's situation and life on-board The Wind Saber. Calm before the storm so to speak.

All comments welcome as usual.

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Jess-Bot

Jul 11, 2012

If I were Yerny I'd just start talking about a mythical, half fish half cheese four armed man, who lives on the moon and built his home out of leftover baked beans.

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