Post by Rane on Dec 12, 2010 4:25:57 GMT -5
They stood upon the hillock overlooking the village, the smoke from the flames was enough to sting theyre eyes. To most the picture of ten men all adorned in green mail would be a scary thing. The man in front raised his hand and motioned for them to proceed. The villagers tried to douse the flames but theyre efforts were futile. The men were amongst them all clad in green. Surely the village would be saved, but the help didnt come. One by one they perished, the men women and children. The men clad in green were there all in a circle cheering.... one of them stopped his green armour now mixed with blood. A voice in his head. "You have served me well"
He awoke, drenched in sweat breathing heavily. It was a cool night, the breeze wafting in through the window in his little room for the night. He moved to a sitting position on the bed grabbing a shirt from the headboard towling himself off. A knock on the door.
"Maron its me open up"
Latest development:
Maron has returned to waterdeep on buisness.
He awoke, drenched in sweat breathing heavily. It was a cool night, the breeze wafting in through the window in his little room for the night. He moved to a sitting position on the bed grabbing a shirt from the headboard towling himself off. A knock on the door.
"Maron its me open up"
Latest development:
Maron has returned to waterdeep on buisness.