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| The Melody of Disaster; Open to join, why not =] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 15 2009, 07:38 PM (134 Views) | |
| Phaser | Dec 15 2009, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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Set on a lethal, snowy mountaintop, this scene details Xander's journey to the large city of Alyn, where he intends to assassinate a dangerous zealot. Xander is an assassin for hire, but isn't affiliated with any particular assassin's guild. Any RPers are welcome to join, PM me any proposed sidequests or plot twists. Why do I get myself into these situations? Shouldn't I know better than to take on these damn assignments without getting at least half paid up front? Xander was cold. Only these snow covered caps separated him from his target, from the payout of a lifetime. It was a payout Xander needed to get him out of his lousy one room hut in his lousy one road village. With the gold he was going to acquire, he would move to an actual town, maybe buy a general store and give up the assassin's life. First, he needed to survive this damn mountain. Xander forced himself to move, trudging one step at a time over the precarious snow. There was no telling if there was solid rock or a lethal abyss under the snow, so sheer luck and determination were keeping Xander on the mountain. His travel cloak did little to shield him from the chill of the steadily falling snow, and he could only pray that his leather pack kept the moisture off of his sensitive tools. In the midst of worrying about his safety, and the safety of his weapons, Xander became aware of a sound. He could not locate it's origin, it seemed to emanate from the very air around him. It was melodious, and continuous. It seemed to sing of warmth, of sanctuary. Thoughtlessly, Xander let out a sigh, and stepped forward... into nothingness. The snow under his feet gave way, and Xander found himself falling, falling, falling as the music struck a harsh pitch. Edited by Phaser, Dec 15 2009, 09:03 PM.
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| Phaser already knows four moves! Delete one to make room for DeathCannon? Y/N | |
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