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Post by driabtheindextrous on Jan 28, 2009 7:36:41 GMT -5
Our story begins on the field of becah before the capital of ravenwood, better known to some of you as the field of red. There on that field stood the host of the lord of abyss trolls and orcs and kobolds ready to lay waste to the nation of ravenwood. Any of these creatures under any other circumstances would have been more than adequit to strike fear into the most hardened of hearts. The army stood and fought for three days straight until all hope was lost the walls fell and the host of the lord of abyss moved forward through the streets of the capital killing all who dared stay behind. The screams and the roar of the fires could be heard for miles that night as the capital burned and men died at arms, and from a hilltop a gathering of citizens watched and a fateful decision was made in that moment. From the hilltops came the farmers and there wives the boys that were barely men and the girls that were barely women pitchforks shovels and axes in hand. The people who undertook that task knew that they would not survive the night but yet they marched on toward the capital no longer acting as individuals but as one voice screaming into the face of madness there defiance, there unwillingness to go quietly.
continue the story as you see fit!
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Orrin None-son
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The Mouthy Urk
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Post by Orrin None-son on Jan 31, 2009 6:45:36 GMT -5
( am writing a portion on WP. will post it when I am hjappy with it.)
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Post by driabtheindextrous on Feb 1, 2009 0:01:16 GMT -5
cool!
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