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The stillness and quiet of the night seemed a great contrast to the fury and horrorific violence of the previous day, the shadows softly wrapped the armored figure of a man as he settled for a while his back against a small outcrop of rocks.
His heart thumping still, fueled by the razor edge of adrenaline which was too often all the difference between life and death in the hell of blades, fangs and claws that had filled the day before. Dust caked his face and the hardened plates of his armor, streaked all over by runnels of sweat and blood, some his own, more of the foes, giving his visage an odd look where it cut through to reveal the gleaming plate beneath.
Resting, there was no time allowed for it, as duty remained still to be satisfied. He took a worn shovel and cut a shallow gash in the earth. Grunting with the effort of forcing tired muscles to work, beyond the limits of what they should, he rolled the now cold body of a young succession soldier into the tiny trench. Heaping a small cairn of stone above the corpse, and few short words of prayer "Great Gold, carry the soul of this young man away on your wings, and look upon him in a favorable light. He fought bravely by my side and that of his brothers. Your will be done Lord."
The sun is rising, red through the haze, and a breath of wind stirs the air, but instead of carrying relief to the weary, it brings the sound of the enemies weapons clinking, their voices quiet, but the language wrong, alien and full of hate. My enemy is coming...
A moment taken to hold the small gold pendant of the dragon and mutter "Lord, may your wings shield me this day to come.". Dusting down the emblem of his shield so that once more it shines as a beacon to those around, his weary arm given new life as it holds his sword once more. His voice a clarion to the weary soldiers around him "Get ready boys, the cursed cult is coming once more, lets give them a taste of Succession's steel.". Sword and shield ready, the wind whipping the dust at his back, the knight of the wyrm prepared to meet the charge of his enemy.
Shortly after arriving in Leringard, a few of the guards of a merchant caravan are drinking away the dust of the road, discussing some strange events they encountered during their trip with the barman at the closest tavern.
"Ah tells ya, I ain't nevah hurd nor seed nuffing like it mate.. lets me tells ya, it fair chill my blud, an it wud have dun anywon else too.. We wuz takin da forest trail, yer ken the one I mean? The one as wot goes by them elfy ruins.. Anyways, me 'n Mika hurd a man screamin up aways in da forest likes, it wuz terrible listenin. We wuz sure it were a man, ain't no filthy greenskin I ever hurd could scream like dat, full o' pain an loss it wuz. Anywayz, Mika 'n me 'n a few of da boyz figured we'd ride out 'n see if'n we can find this fella, maybe 'elp him like."
Taking a long swallow of his ale, and looking from face to face of his friends, watching for them to affirm his story he continues... "Nay sign o' the fella did we find, but wut we did find was stranger than the tales me grandad used ter tell me as a youngun.. an' he wuz always a one fer a tall tale.. We found lots o' greenskins layin about all dead as can be, 'n in the distance we heard a dreadful wailin' like the sounds the damned must be makin as they roast in the fires waitin' fer 'em."
Raising a hand he carries on.. "Now, now 'ear me out, these greenskin's 'ad been squashed 'ter the ground by somethin', somethin' like a giants hand... only it musta been bigger'n any giant I ever did see, not to mention there weren't no tracks anywhere to show where the big fella came from, an' Mika 'ere is one o' da best trackers in all o' Mistone"
Shaking his head slowly "Nah mate, it weren't the death o' them, they weren't crushed by it.. it looks like it just 'eld 'em there, the bodies were all burned, an' the like, an still others we didnae know what killed 'em, but fer sure there were no marks o' violence on 'em. Anyways.. we figured it wuz best ter get ter leavin' then, afore more o' the pig faces came back an' made it hot fer us. Aye, strange dun really get ter explainin' it, Orcs that be dead with nay sign o' wut killed 'em, Giant hand prints, and no foot prints..."
Looking thoughtfully into his beer he frowns for a moment.. "Well, we did run into this one fella later, we figured he might ken summin, he was sittin' in der camp o' that lady as looks out fer the forest, Lagodia's 'er name I think. All covered in blud 'e wuz, but we couldn' get not a word from him, he jus' sat there, huggin' on ter 'is knees an' rockin' forward an' back he wuz. Maybe he'd be there still, fer 'e sure didnae look like he was goin' anywhere.."
His story trails off, as the guards finish up their ales before heading out, looking for a game of chance to wager their pay against.
While I was going through my inventory attempting to trim it somewhat I realised that I have about 20 or so crafting recipe cards... and a few duplicates of some. So my thought is that I cant be the only one toting around that kind of number, would it be possible to have the store sell a master recipe list which has all the recipes for each craft? I know most folks would be happy to pay more for this, and it would be really convenient and cut down on inventory space... at least in my case
1. My internet went down in the middle of last night's quest :mad:
2. My internet went down in the middle of last night's quest :mad:
3. My internet went down in the middle of last night's quest :mad:
4. My internet went down in the middle of last night's quest :mad:
5. Oh yes... they have no concept of Net Neutrality, stop blocking bit torrents grrrr....
//Couldn't find a forum for rants and raves, and I wanted to say sorry to L and everyone else I dropped out on last night.
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