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  • Lights ahead. The lone stranger stiffened slightly as he crested the hill and looked upon a rather small town. Small as it is, it was a town nonetheless. And towns were where trade was present, where supplies were bought, where travel stained souls may rest. It took a some searching and a lot of squinting for the Stranger…
  • I slam the trapdoor shut, locking it in the process. Sharp thuds and banging was soon followed as whatever was underneath tried to get back up. I glance around quickly, looking for something to seal the trapdoor with. My eyes fall upon and small cupboard. Immediately, I dash across the room to fetch it. Small as it was, it…
  • I glance back at the worried commuters. "First thing's first, We have to get these people out of here." I say, to no one in particular. "Grace, stay by the door and warn us if they are coming." I rush towards the bar and duck around the wooden bench. Dropping down to my knees, a begin to fumble with the items stored…
  • I turn to Ravenna, slightly surprised. I had not expected experienced fighters to visit my tavern and inn as often as they do. And even so, they weren't the most humble about it. This new one definitely took me by surprise. "A warrior? Well. Good to have you on board." I extend my hand out to Ravenna in greeting, smiling…
  • It was a struggle, now, to keep sleep at bay. For as much as I long for the sweet unconsciousness to take my tired mind and send me into a state of repair. But I was weary at it was all I could do to ward sleep off for another few minutes. Finally, exhausted, I succumb to the natural will to rest and, with the help of…
  • I blinked a couple of times to clear my eyes. Looking at Grace and Quacky, I could only shrug. "I have no clue myself. I think that the undead armies from the Saul Dungeon are attacking. That's my only guess. But that can't be. The undead of the Saul Dungeons are guardians, not invaders." I turn, suddenly, the conversation…
  • With heave after heave, Sher and I manage to drag our tired selves out of the forests. Our legs are now just wooden trunks swaying in the wind, carrying us over the grassy plains. Our eyes, barely open search the ground for tripping hazards. We were exhausted, but rest was not a privilege that we could enjoy right now. And…
  • I hold my free hand up to hush the people. Then, in one fluid motion, I open the door snap the shaft off and closed the door behind me. This was immidiately followed by two or three more arrows simultaneously burying themselves into either the pinewood door or the oaken wall. I examine the fletchings of the arrow…
  • The sky darkened as night approaches. I lead Sher off the path and we duck out heads under the trees. Night is where we work the worst. Under the cover of darkness, our white uniforms stand out like the sorest of thumbs, and despite all our training in stealth there was simply no avoiding the fact. I had the vague idea to…
  • I turn the corner and stumble to a stop, before me stood half a dozen armed guards. Humans. About another half a dozen lay on the ground, dead. In the distance, the sound of galloping hooves receded. I glance back to see the elves closing. With no other chose, I lead Sher to charge the guards. Cutting two down with my…
  • I wake to the sound of yelling from the watchtower. What is it now? The Soldiers of Darkness? The Werewolves? The Dodge Federation? All these thoughts rush through my mind as I hurriedly dress into the uniform of the Royal Heavy Launchers. Picking up my shortsword from my bedside and collecting my bow and a quiver of…
  • Snap! The sound that no archer would ever want to hear. Sher looked down at his broken bowstring, stunned by what just happened. He was all but oblivious of the air splitting whistle of arrows coming his way. I tackled Sher to the ground, saving him from certain death. the thudding of half a dozen arrows burying into the…
  • A soft hiss followed by a sudden Thud! That was all the farmer heard before skeletal hands grasped around his throat. The farmer's yell barely left his mouth when cold iron plunged through his torso. The strike was deadly and powerful; puncturing the farmer's heart with inhumane force. For the dead were no longer affected…
  • Good to see people actually caring about this. The sentry slumped against the wooden pole that held up the straw roof of the watchtower. Bored was an understatement. This man was bored, tired and hungry. Ravished to be exact. He peered up at the sky, measuring how far the sun had moved since last checked. It has seemed…
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But that's my other favourite word! *Looks at the letter* ... Oh noes! Karin has been kidnapped! *Calmly gives Karin a call*
  • Oh! That forum's back! *Parties*
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Oh... Just the formalities... PCs are 'better' at processing games then the Mac. In my mind, Macs are used for word processing, solitaire and recording. Simple task which do not require a lot of processing strength or computing output. Yes, I know Macs are getting a lot better now-a-days, but that image still remains.…
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Now that's something new... Cyclone... Mac... I can see why you're such a formal man now...
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[color=red] Took ya long en- Wait... the forums don't do BC Code no more... *Sobs* 
I didn't realise they were that addicting until I when a month without Internet in Asia. Now this... This is just harsh on Karin and I... 
Well, I'd like to see all the good work you've done for us, Cyclone. 
That sounds…