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Post by sarevok1993 on Jul 8, 2021 10:19:12 GMT -5
To the militiamen, loggers and other denizens that often wander the Bramblewood; an unsettling occurrence happened. Great sounds of someone screaming, speaking near incoherent words between howls of pain coming from a cave. Words such as “law” and “enemies of order” are the only words recognizable to those that manage to hear them.
So far it has only happened once. And no other occurrences can be said to happen.
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Post by DM Maleficent's Kiss on Jul 8, 2021 17:12:18 GMT -5
The young militia man at the northernmost watch tower would look out across the forest, wondering what the brief commotion was about.
He would continue to stay vigil throughout the rest of his watch and into the evening while pondering what he had heard.
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Post by sarevok1993 on Jul 12, 2021 17:07:29 GMT -5
A small trail of smoke would come from the cave once more, signifying a small fire or perhaps a brazier. Within, a less cacophony of screams comes but if one listens they might hear a mantra being said repeatedly between sharp gasps and howls of pain.
“I will strike against civilization’s foes, braving both thicket and darkness.”
“I will fear no creature, though the enemies of order are terrible.“
“I will rid the world of threats to civilization and make it fit for the law to flourish.”
Each mantra is said again and again, not loud and manic like a fanatic, but of a man trying to remain calm and disciplined to repeat each word even as he was under some sort of pain.
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