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Post by John on Sept 27, 2008 15:26:15 GMT -5
John shuffled through a fairly sparse collection of trees, making his way through a small stretch of woods on a fairly pleasant day. He sidestepped a patch of thorns and meandered along the fairly rough trail he was following. He looked to the sky, considering the sun that gave the golden rays he was bathed in. But the sun didn't hold his attention for long, as he noticed a wicked, black pillar of smoke clouding the sky. He considered the smoke, and decided it was coming from near by, and sprinted off towards it.
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Post by John on Sept 27, 2008 15:43:08 GMT -5
John leaped over a fallen log, and when he hit the ground he found himself in a small clearing. In the clearing stood an ancient building, fit with towering archways and vibrant stained glass windows. The smoke was billowing from the ceiling and windows of the building, and screams from inside accompanied it. John ran to the front door of the building, and tried to pull it open, but it was stuck, and no amount of force seemed to be able to dislodge it. John ran to the side of the building instead, and drew his axe and began to hack away. The wooden walls of the building were ancient, and weakened by fire, and in no time John had hewn a sizable hole in the wall. John crawled through the hole into the blazing heat of the building.
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Post by John on Oct 21, 2008 19:41:52 GMT -5
The building was blindingly bright, and the heat was worse than stifling. John covered his eyes before realizing that he wouldn't get anything done that way. Before him stood two groups. One consisted of small, hunched, wrinkled men, covering their faces with their thin, weak arms. The other, white robed men, beating at the smaller men with staves and swords. John lifted his axe, striking the nearest robed assassin. The murderer fell with one stroke, catching John off guard. He moved to the next, who died with similar ease. Indeed, all of them fell quickly and quietly.
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Post by John on Nov 23, 2008 21:48:05 GMT -5
John began to grab the hunched old men and hurl them from the building one by one. They struggled angrily when he lifted them, for one reason or another. He grabbed the body of one of the downed assailants as well. He intended to try to identify the group they belonged to. Once this was done John exited the same way he came in.
John was relieved to be done with the burning building, but the worst part of the adventure had yet to arrive. He looked at the ground where he had tossed the old men, and was stunned when it appeared that they had been replaced by growling goblins, claws stained with crimson blood. Realization flooded over him as he looked at the body over his shoulder. He recognized the monastic robes, stained with blood.
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