by Doc 42 » Sun May 18, 2008 12:02 pm
The peoples final choice: A
You smirk to the man, leaning over and fishing the amulet out of your bag, you hold it up, letting it dangle down off its chain. You growl clearly "Freind." The man frowns and walks foreward, clearly not afraid of you. He takes the amulet in his hand and then grins. He says "Freind indeed... Who gave this to you?" You growl "A soilder, he said he was from the Tigress empire, I helped him and his partner escape from a Di'mara prison under Jehircho" The man gives you a broad grin and says with a tone of satisfaction "Well then, it looks like the prohercy was true after all... I am captain Carthos, leader of the Tigress movements in this area... I am the one to speak to, should you be looking for a freind... Your comeing will garuntee our victory and ensure peace. Do you follow the name of the prohercy?" Your heart thumps with excitement, you are no longer alone in this world, you have allies. For the past week or two you have been sneaking around, avoiding confrontations, but it looks like those days are over. You remember what the wizard from the prision called you... Moonbeam... It seems that both armies had prohercised a dragon comeing to help them, little did they know it was the same dragon. Just different names. Rather than show weakness in asking what your real name is, you growl "No, I am Mal'airk Death Bringer... It is a pleasure to meet your accquintence, captain..."
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You suddenly wake in your bed, sweating... you look around your dorm, all the other teenagers are still asleep, lying in their bunks... Above you, you can hear the steady breathing of your best freind in his own bunk... Rubbing your temples, you sit up, trying to ward off the nightmare that had plauged your dreams... an enourmous orange slit... threatening to consume the whole world... the third nightmare like this in the last month. You are simply known as Mip. Your real name? You have abslaoutly no idea, which you are slightly proud of actually. You arrived at the 'school' with amneisia. Here, you are learning the skills required for you to survive in the dangerous world... well, not exactly the average run off the mill skills. Here, your teachers; Kathrine Kane, Strova and King Zim furnish you with the skills of stealth, persuasion, theivery and ultimate perception... There is approximately 28 teenagers at Dark Blade hall, half girls, other half boys...
You feel a knot rise in your chest and you groan, realiseing what day it is. Friday... The last day of normal lessons before the weekend. The weekend usually means going out into the village and talking the locals, who naively believed Dark Blade hall to be Alexanders School of Learning for the Nobel. Rubbing your eyes, you think about what to do...
you:
A) You get up and get dressed, being up early will probably get you some favour from the elders
B) F**k that, you need your sleep. You collapse back in your bed
C) Up in the morning on your own? Not likely, you siwftly kick your freinds bed to wake him up.

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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