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Old 01-15-2003, 02:34 PM   #1
/)eathKiller
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A little old town, rested in the center of the deeply wooded forest, surrounded on all sides by a heavy wooden gate. No way in or out aside from a single great door, resting by a moat, guarded and kept on watch at all times. Inside was a very slow-town, made up of farmers and travelers and people seeking refuge, in the center was a great hall, standing like a theatre, infact it was a theatre, as well as the town's main hall. Every night people seemed to gather there for business, and everyone was especially looking foward to tonight, as no one quite knew what matter of hillarity would ensue...

First to step out of the dark wood was Sir Laughalot, a brown haired man with a longsword and bow, wearing spling mail armor with a white tint. He seemed like an ordinary traveler, but before him in his hands was a colorfull plaid map, which also served as an invitation...

Following him holding similar peices of paper were a man who went by the name of Deamonrules, and a similar person named Lord high Eater of legs, both were too well cloaked to have their identities be revealed...

behind them was a dwarf going by the name of Svelen Stoneater. he kept his arms crossed and followed the others with a stern face.

They neared the gate, and a guard hollared "WHO GOES THERE! are you the Travelers from Lands afar... selected for... The destiny?"

The four looked at their Plaid Pamflets which read "For those selected for... the destiny..."

They knew not what the destiny was but were equally prepared to face it...

"Well?" The guard shouted from atop the large wall. "Are you the ones?"

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