No. 1
Traveller
Outcast musician and bounty hunter
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Post by No. 1 on Dec 30, 2004 19:04:51 GMT
*He had waited til nightfall to come here. Since daybreak this morning, he had hid out in the wastelands, his travel through the unforgiving brush long and arduous. For the past few hours, or at the very least what has felt like hours, he had been waiting in the treetops, the travellers below oblivious to his presence, biding his time until the time is right.* *It's time.* *Now he stands on the path, cool night rain running in rivulets down his face yet never touching his mortal skin, as the ominous torchlight of Wolfenden Village spreads out before him like some kind of monster, waiting to consume him alive. He smiles to himself, though his face remains blank. Only his eyes would speak to anyone watching in the night of his newfound hope, his elation at the chance for a fresh start - the chance to right the wrongs of his former life.* *The night is a harsh one, his black attire soaked through from the downpour. It is time to seek shelter. Purposefully, he strides forth towards Wolfenden.* [Continued in 'The Crazed Heiffer: Surfacing'.]
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