Exilian
Off-topic and Chatter: The Jolly Boar Inn => General Chatter - The Boozer => Topic started by: Jubal on June 04, 2008, 09:43:36 PM
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I'll wirte a story here and upstae it every so often.
High above the vast expanse of the great plains perches a fortress, high walls on a towering peak. Many forts and fieilds lie below, and lords raid and plunder, and hell has come to Bletsungia.
Surviving on the plains takes a certain kind of person. Someone with no morals, values, or idea beyond surivial. Someone tough enough to surivie. Someon ewith the killer instinct, with the extra edge. And a longsword and a horse.
This is a story about those men.
They are the Warriders.
And this is their story.
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Pretty nice start, can't wait for more. :).