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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 3:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 4:23 pm
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"These scorch marks... This is the work of the Dragon King Wagner!" Stated an old sorcerer.
"What?!" The people began with alarm.
"The Dragon King seems to have discovered we have been been making dragon slaying weapons and come to extract his revenge. I hear that he visits once to destroy the weapons, and then comes again in his true form to eat us all.
"What do we do?!" "I don't want to get eaten!" "Noooo!" The people cried out.
"Wait, wait! There is a way." The old sage replied. "In the ancient days, the people offered a virgin bride to the dragon threatening them. If he accepts, he will spare us as long as the bride shall live. It may be the only way to save us from the mighty Wagner's wrath!" The sage replied. "Quickly, we must select a bride and sent her to him before night falls!"
At that, the people began to hide their daughters inside, hoping they would not get chosen.
One of the townsmen spotted Fredrika in the ally and rushed over to her, grabbing her. "Well aren't you a cutie. You're a good match for the dragon's bride, but- I could save you from that fate right now if you want me too." He stated, trying to make a pass at her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 4:38 pm
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Still reeling in shock Fredrika couldn't seem to force herself to answer the man, in fact her brain seemed to have stopped working all together, what ever the hell he was blabbering on about made no sense, did he not see the dead body's?.
Acting on impulse rather than though she slammed her hands in to his shoulders, sending him back with a fair amount of force "...they...they have to be buried..." Motioning wildly at the charred corpses she backed away from the man only to be met with a sea of eyes, wide, terrified....watching her every move.
"What's wrong with you people? Can't you see them? Why are you all standing their like idiots! They can't be left here...it's..." Any protest she had seemed to vanish, whipped away in the wind, something felt very, very wrong.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 5:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:55 pm
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