Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Dec 7, 2007 13:24:57 GMT -5
(Wicksy may be joining us, if not, then Rojito. For now, Lin, TTC, Deekin, and Anoba are the official players.)
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Five intrepid adventurers travel a road alongside a steep drop into a wide gorge. Their path winds, and after what looks like miles of precarious stepping, doubles back. The ravine is windy, with high updrafts that threaten to blow hats from heads and gnomes from solid ground. The path is narrow and all know that the slightest transgression from the path could spell one's doom.
Slow and steady they walk onward, though where they head is not important.
As the five make their way down the path, they are halted momentarily, as the hoarse cries of what sounds to be an elderly male call out in the common tongue.
"IS SOMEONE THERE? SOMEONE. . . Please, HELP!"
The voice is close by. Somewhere just up around the next bend in the road.
As their is nowhere to go but foward, the adventurers press on, likely taking precautions where necessary.
Whomever should round the bend will not take long to find the source of the voice.
An older man hangs from a large tree on the ravine side of the road. He dangles from a rope tied around his ankle and attatched to a stout tree limb. He is stripped of a shirt and bruises are noteably visible as he twists in pain and discomfort while the cold wind blows him about.
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Five intrepid adventurers travel a road alongside a steep drop into a wide gorge. Their path winds, and after what looks like miles of precarious stepping, doubles back. The ravine is windy, with high updrafts that threaten to blow hats from heads and gnomes from solid ground. The path is narrow and all know that the slightest transgression from the path could spell one's doom.
Slow and steady they walk onward, though where they head is not important.
As the five make their way down the path, they are halted momentarily, as the hoarse cries of what sounds to be an elderly male call out in the common tongue.
"IS SOMEONE THERE? SOMEONE. . . Please, HELP!"
The voice is close by. Somewhere just up around the next bend in the road.
As their is nowhere to go but foward, the adventurers press on, likely taking precautions where necessary.
Whomever should round the bend will not take long to find the source of the voice.
An older man hangs from a large tree on the ravine side of the road. He dangles from a rope tied around his ankle and attatched to a stout tree limb. He is stripped of a shirt and bruises are noteably visible as he twists in pain and discomfort while the cold wind blows him about.
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