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Lobian Darthuk
The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy This message was updated on 6/18/2003 10:29:35 AM by Lobian Darthuk |
It Begins... (Ravenloft IC Thread)
replied on: 6/16/2003 12:23:52 PM OoC: Really? Nothing. Not even the restraint? Funny. -- OoC The elf finds a place to stay for the night. Dawn comes, and the sun rises. It is wet, and chilly. Each of you march onward, and find nothing further interesting except the road, as you make your way to the Man City. It is huge and sprawling, its thick walls easily 10 feet deep. In the distance is a tower rising to kiss the sun, its obsidian motif a splintering eclipse. There are sounds of happiness, joy, and the horrible sound of fun on the inside, echoing throughout. At the front gate, on the west side, stand 4 guards, decked in their royal attire. They watch you as you enter. Down the road, about 100 paces, stands a sign, with a gathering crowd of similar people. They seem to be discussing something. |
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