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And I Awoke. . .
Posted: 18 Feb 2009 10:08 PM |
Opening his eyes to witness the final glow from a candle-lit sconce melt into nothing, he heaves himself off his bed at the Four Winds Inn.
Meticulously he rumages through his belongings fondly reminding himself of his days of training as a pupil under the wise Cleric, Gene.
He dons his armor, then arms his hands with morning star and shield and sets a course known only to the great and knowlegable Theus.
From this day forward, there is no turning back.
No more countless hours of carrying out small tasks...or longing to see the wild sights he has only seen with his nose in journals of the accounts of his master and his master's friends Pickston and Jessup.
It is a new dawn for him, for he must leave his own mark on the lands of Vives.
He must carry the torch of Theus and seek out the lore and mythical treasures that are only documented in rare tomes, seemingly lost to all mortals.
Dante Merriman opens the door of the Four Winds Inn, warm sunlight dancing off his armor, eager to taste his first real adventure. |
"PLEASE!!! Bury me with it!" |
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