[RPG] The Hunt for Surreal

[Tonie van Loon]

On 5/7/06, Daniel Richard <lordperrina at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> The Toy had been ordered to locate the whore...he chuckled at the thought
> and thought it best to visit her one and only liege.  Who would of thought
> she would of found a man worthy enough that she would serve under him as a
> knight.
>
> Of course he rather not think of how well she served him nor what times
> she served him at.
>
> Duke Morthwyl was the man he must find and he figured the capital of
> Svunnetland would serve him well.  Of course there was one problem, the
> Guild ~V~ was everywhere.
>
> He only had one thought on this matter,  he thought his master was
> sadistic but ~V~ was downright horrifying.  Villages lay burnt to the
> ground, dozens upon dozens of young ladies stood with a child inside them
> and only muttered hatred for ~V~.
>
> But his master had always been wary of ~V~ for even though they claimed
> honor they had none.  Common butchers would suit them for a better term...
>
> Then the Toy realized, he had lost his train of thought.  He made his way
> carefully and without harm until he reached Ipsosez.
>
> Ah what a beautiful city had it not been for the chaos surrounding its
> whole.  But by now he had one target in mind and soon he would find
> Morthwyl, the Duke that made the whore kneel.
> --
> "If you burn for Chaos then Chaos will surely burn you into the ground."
>
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As the Toy made his way through the city, he noticed the general tension
that permeated the everyday life of the place. Although martial law had not
been declared, the garrison was on high alert at most of the regular
military was present in the city. On his way to the main Citadel he had to
pass through a series of gates to pass into the upper circles of the city,
and saw armed guards on station at every gate.

As he looked up at the towering walls, he could see motionless figures at
their posts on the battlements, always keeping a watchful eye on a series of
war beacons lining the great mountain roads.

He was allowed to pass the gates without incident, as there wasn't yet any
reason to seal the gates or stop anyone. Only at the last gate, the gate
into the main Citadel, was he stopped.

A guard stepped forward, looking at him. This one wore a black cloak over a
silvery scale mail, marking him as one of the Dukes personal guards rather
than a member of the regular garrison.

"State your business…"
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