Post by Oniryukain on Sept 25, 2006 0:35:50 GMT -5
*nailed to the message board seems to be the recollection of the events of the prior eve*
A stranger wearing dark colored robes, speaking a poetic tale of things to come, enticed three adventurers to set out on a treasure hunt. A hunt against both time and the undead. Soon the three were joined by several others until a whole herd of folks were out seeking this lost treasure of pirates, due to misunderstanding the poetic lines they soon became lost and frustrated and many left until only four remained – working against time, raced they did to the wreckage of the ship they sought to loot.
As two dived to the depths of the water, the other two watched the hill until came the forty-two. They leaped to join the friends that had gone before, only to venture deep into an underwater cave system. Here they found what they sought, a chest of coins – old and foreign, lizard foreign as well as a rusted cutlass. The undead, were coming and they were trapped – two fought against the door that held tightly shut. As the undead began to pounce the door flew open and the darkness flooded in.
Saved by a madman who has had one too many mushrooms and allowed to sleep in a pig farm by another, the four became five with the addition of a friendly pig, returning to the forest from which they came. Stopped once more by the stranger wearing dark colored robes, the stranger spoke a final poetic tale – how in two tendays the forty-two will complete their crime and vanished. The five became four...than three as they went their own ways, and finally two – the two went to Agil to hear the “stories” of a seasoned woman of the night.
*signed*
~Crow
A stranger wearing dark colored robes, speaking a poetic tale of things to come, enticed three adventurers to set out on a treasure hunt. A hunt against both time and the undead. Soon the three were joined by several others until a whole herd of folks were out seeking this lost treasure of pirates, due to misunderstanding the poetic lines they soon became lost and frustrated and many left until only four remained – working against time, raced they did to the wreckage of the ship they sought to loot.
As two dived to the depths of the water, the other two watched the hill until came the forty-two. They leaped to join the friends that had gone before, only to venture deep into an underwater cave system. Here they found what they sought, a chest of coins – old and foreign, lizard foreign as well as a rusted cutlass. The undead, were coming and they were trapped – two fought against the door that held tightly shut. As the undead began to pounce the door flew open and the darkness flooded in.
Saved by a madman who has had one too many mushrooms and allowed to sleep in a pig farm by another, the four became five with the addition of a friendly pig, returning to the forest from which they came. Stopped once more by the stranger wearing dark colored robes, the stranger spoke a final poetic tale – how in two tendays the forty-two will complete their crime and vanished. The five became four...than three as they went their own ways, and finally two – the two went to Agil to hear the “stories” of a seasoned woman of the night.
*signed*
~Crow