| Aegnarion |
10-11-2012 09:47 PM |
Quote:
Originally Posted by KefkaPalazzo
(Post 744531)
You make me want to play on blue. Good work.
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Pull up a stool and sit beside me as we warm our feet infront of the fire. Here, take this tumpy tonic.. Fresh from the mountains of Butcher Block. Sip on it as we share tales of times that have long passed, tales that we know of our ancestors.
*takes a gulp*
As a young Half Elf, me and my good friend Zevarius was in the area of Qeynos. At the time we was probably around the age of 40, still quite young as you can imagine! We was on patrol in Qeynos Hills when we stumbled upon a gnome. She was a funny looking creature and she chanted all kinds of crazy things from a distance.. As we approached her she turn in horror. She lept at us, knocking the blade from Zev's hand, as he tumble down the hill trying to clutch at his sword. Quickly realising the situation had got worse I picked the pint sized being up and threw her into a minion she had summoned in the heat of battle. The bones rattled as the skeleton fell and from behind me Zev came leaping out and put metal to flesh. The gnome was wounded and as she pulled out a stone that was glowing bright under the starry night lit sky she vanished into thin air.
A strong vapourised smell rushed through my nostrils, each breath I take the stronger the stench became. I woke up several hours past and Zev and me were in a dug out log with a bed of straw beneath us to lay our bodies on. We was in surefall glade, a chap had found us who was tracking a bear which had escaped from surefall glade undergoing a healing ritual was now rabid, grizzly and lose in the Qeynos Hills.
But alas adventurer, that is a tale for another time. |
