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http://www.bolgarsdungeon.com |
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3 July 1988 |
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My own, not so little world... |
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Sword play, Acting, Writing, Drawing, forging, building, fixing, destroying, demolishing, digging, flying, falling, sinking, swimming, reading, ect... |
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Rupert, of the forest kingdom. |
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The man stood tall, pushing himself from the jutting stone. lose stones slid under his feet as he made his way toward Gemar, who now sat up right, hand on the hilt at his side, and eyes locked on the new comer.
The tall man grinned darkly, putting his left hand on the pommel of his sword. Gemar knew his face from somewhere, in a memory, or a dream, but couldn't quite place it. Gemars eyes narrowed as he looked at the man, and couldn't help but see death standing in front of him. Gemar got to his feet, drawing his blade. and the man did the same. they stood there for a moment, then the man talked. his voice was icy, and his voice had nothing of compassion or human cares in it.
"What's a matter, you can't welcome you old friend back from the grave?"
Like two seething tides, Gemars memory came together, as the ghost he had once helped to bring to safety, now stood alive before him, and twice as hostile.
"Filis..." |
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