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4/18/2015 12:56:11 AM
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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.
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*I look at you strangely* What are you talking about? *He continues whispering in your ear* [i]Of course, but I need to meet with you, beforehand. [/i]
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Ok. *I turn to Jams* I'll be back. *readies for voice to begin leading me*
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Python, what the HELL is wrong with you- *I pause* Just.. do whatever. I'll look around. *I wander off* *The voice continues* [i]Why, the great hall is where you must go. Take the first door on your left, then enter the door at the end of the hallway.[/i]
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*follows those directions and arrives at the great hall* Now what?
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[i]*He chuckles* Open the door, of course. I shall be there. [/i]
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*I open the door and.........*
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*A cold chill comes over you* *The doors shut behind you and will not budge, held shut by a dark presence* *In the distance, a lone figure is seen sitting by a large, ruined table* [i]Mortals... So easy to toy with... *He laughs* Now... Where are your companions? Tell me... And I may let you leave.[/i]
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Funny. Maybe I'll just break out. *pumps Holy shotgun*
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[i]*He cackles*[/i] [i]You think you hold power, here? *A hole suddenly appears beneath your feet* *There are multiple demonic creatures attempting to climb out of the hole* Please... let's avoid making a mess...[/i]
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*Holy symbols begin shining all over me* Come at me bro.
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[i]*He sighs* Stubborn, too. *Three demonic warlords appear and charge at you, and close to two dozen ghoulish soldiers begin pouring in from the hole* Last. Chance.[/i]
