*I wander around the courtyard and examine the bodies of the deceased creatures*
They were perturbed, it seemed.
Saw us and lost their minds further..
Hmm.
*I study the nearby castle*
Decisions, decisions...
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*shrinks back to normal size* So, now what do we do?
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Well... We could enter this large castle. Which doesn't seem like a good idea, really. We could also head back and try and find everyone else. We are likely to die, either way. Thoughts?
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Don't care. Just wanna kill things. However, it could be smart if I were to pack up Freddy and Murph and we all climb to the top of the castle and fire a flare or something along the lines of that.
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You support entering an old castle? Which is inevitably filled with hazards? *I sigh* You're on point.
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Yay. *raises shottie and puts Freddy and Murph back in my chest cavity*
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Let's go. *I sit up and ready my sniper* Do you have a signal we can use?
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Yeah. *pulls out a flare* Let's go. *sprints towards the castle*
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*I follow behind you* Way to be quiet.
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Stealth isn't my strong suit.
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I noticed... *I examine the entrance* Ladies first... *I mockingly motion to the door*
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*picks you up and throws you in the door* You said ladies.
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*Stands up* Which is why I was waiting for you. Come on.
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*begins walking through hallways with shotgun ready*
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*You hear whispering* [i]Who are you who disturbs my slumber? Doth thou require something? Been awhile since I've had a guest.[/i]
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We are simply looking for shelter. Our friends are injured and we need help.
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*The voice laughs* [i]Shelter? Why are you looking for shelter? In a place like this? You're better off heading to the capital, Darahedron. I take it you know the area? My... subjects aren't very hospitable. Not as civil as the commoners. [/i]
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Where is this capital of your's?
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[i]You... don't know where the capital is? How long have you been in Fehn'gurl? [/i]
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What is Fehn'gurl?
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[i]Who are you? This land, boy. King Eirhart's fabled lands he gained from the infamous Lokir War. Are you blind? Or stupid? [/i]
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Neither I am part of a team sent here to regain the throne of hell.
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[i]I... beg your pardon? What team? Throne of Hell? Are you drunk, boy? [/i]
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No. Wait, what year do you think it is?
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Edited by SonacyOfTheHams: 4/18/2015 1:29:14 AM[i]Why, it's Year 54, the Year of the goat! Why are must you ask?[/i]
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Ok. *I turn to Jams* Well now we know whats going on. Can you lead us to the capital.