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Zedmaster	Apr 21 2009, 11:48 AM
Super Mutant Posts: 307 Group: Members Member #61 Joined: Jan 19, 2009	OOC: while trying to get into fantasy RPG's recently and the house of the rising dead just kicking off i thought i would try and kick start a new RPG to breathe some life into this sub forum again. any objections? good Beredon was a half dwarf. almost unheard of in the dwarven realm of cragen. his mother had had an UN marital fling with an elf when on expedition in the dark lands. he was known as the stranger, an went from town to town picking up jobs and loose work trying to make his way. standing at 4ft 5 he stood at the door to the black ark tavern. a large drab sign Nailed to the door read "we don't want any trouble. if your looking for it leave town" Beredon chuckled to himself, his stomach rumbled and he pushed open the door, ducking slightly to get in. as he entered 30 or so small dwarven faces turned to stare at him. he stared back for a moment the traipsed over to the bar to get something to eat. "What'll it be sir?" asked the small dwarf behind the bar in a low and husky country accent. "Yard of your finest" answered Beredon looking for a chair he wouldn't crush. "is there a place i could put my kit for the night, somewhere i could rest?" he asked the busy barman. "i think - there's a spare room - on the second floor" he said pausing in between breaths as he poured the large yard of ale. receiving the ale beredon took a large sip, and pushed some gold across the counter looking the barman in the eye, "somewhere safe....?" the bar man froze and stared back, taking in what he meant he hastily rang a small high pitched bell and a small halfling came running out of a door behind the bar, only 3 feet tall he climbed onto the ALE barrels to see the visitor. "yes sir" he weazed "when this gentleman has finished his drink, take him to the northern square. to arcannion. understand" the bar man asked "oh, yes sir" the halfling squeaked smiling at beredon. beredon finished his ale quickly, he had always had a strong stomach. the halfling took him through lots of dark alley way and underground passages before they reached a small black door in the middle of the square. it seemed to be the door to the tallest building in the city, the derelict bell tower. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK a small slit in the door slid open,a pair of eyes appeared first looking at beredon then down at the halfling. the door the swung open and an arm protruded and drew in the two characters. in the dark room inside, dully lit by two candles beredon could make out about 20 or so characters draped in black robes and all sitting next to a manor of weapons, great axes swords, crossbows and much more. "thank you elfin" grunted the small Grey haired lanky man who opened the door handing the halfling a gold coin. elfin quickly scurried off back into the street an the door closed. "hungry?" asked the man. handing beredon a bowl of what seemed to be a bowl of rat soup. beredon grunted in answer and sat next to one of the shady characters snatching a glance at the fellow before he sat, he could see he was a half orc. his skin a very pale sickly green with black and orange spots dotted around his nose like freckles. to his lfet there were two other characters. he couldn't make them out beneath there hoods so he decided to talk to them. see what he could find out about the place. "evening." he began "whats your business?........
	zombies shuffle. humans run. shouldn't humans always rise victorious? funny that because they rarely do.

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