[RPG] Re: [Atamara]

[Vin]

On 9/7/06, Vin <vin.raigavin at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> *"Do you accept!.."* shouted a voice *"..or not!"* from above. To which
> all Obidan could do was just listen, the voice had asked the question the
> same like before. But this time, it felt it more close and
> more...threatning.
>
> Taking a strange turn down the dark alley, he ran deeper into darkness. *"your
> actions and words do not seem to befit that of a noble.." * the voice came
> from above, again *"..You cannot run"*. Just as Obidan thought he saw a
> way out the other end, the path stopped dead against a brick wall.
>
> Then from the shadows, a man appeared...cover whole in dark cloak and
> leaning his weight over a smooth wooden wooden stick. *"Do you accept!..or
> not!"* he repeated again, as his eyes shined a moment in gold. *"your
> actions and words do not seem to befit that of a noble...you cannot run"*.
>
> Obidan takes out his sword and tries to swipe it long, but the stranger
> unsheaths his hidden blade from the stick and blocks it aside. *"Drop your
> childish ways.."* as Obidans sword flew away from his grasp, the new blade
> found its mark in his heart *"..and be who your were taught to be.." *.
>
> Obidan fell to his knees, as the stranger continued on *"..choose to
> follow me, be my apprentice.."* as the blade bore deeper *"..and this fate
> shall not be real "* Obidan fell into darkness.
>

At a seers home in Olzesa...

"Did you see who the young man in a dark cloak was!" whispered one of the
farmers to the seer, "yes yes" noded the other *"he is one of the nobles"*,
one of them stood up *"I saw the same who called upon the monsters last
night"* and the last cryied *"I am scared"*.

*A few of the farmer from the nearby village of Hausk had first spotted the
monsters ramping through their fields and bore wittness as two nobles from
Azzal fought them in a short battle*.

The seer took her dice, then threw it at the book which was lay in the
middle of the room. The ivory dice rolled and bounced until it lost all its
momentum and landed infront of her. *"ah...."*, the lady spoke *"...he
follows a master from the shadows, a master who holds grudge against the
gods we worship"* and the whole room erupted with noisy chatter, *"Silence
or begone"* and the noise calmed down again.

*"Even my far eyes cannot see what his master really is, or was he the one
who brought the beast to our lands"*, she took the dice again and rolled it
smoothly this time. Immediately she put her hands to cover what the dice
rolled *"A Dark Omen"*.
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