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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 4:25 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:50 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 9:31 am
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"A…door?" Fredrika turned back to look down the small canyon of rock that she had been following for a good ten minuets. Now that she thought about it the place did look suspiciously like a ruined corridor.
Lost, cold and currently facing death from nearly all directions she pressed her hands against the door, slowly easing it open. It was in much better condition than it's it's counterpart and took a little more force than she had first expected. With a final shove the door finally gave, cracking open just wide enough for her to slip through.
Spotting the large black mass that was Wagner she scrambled backwards, pushing herself behind a large chunk of debris. Minuets passed and when she heard no sign of the dragon moving she inched closer to the door's.
Running a hand through her hair Fredika wiggled her way back through the opening, it was warmer inside the ruined walls than it was outside and freezing to death was pretty low on her list of priorities….not that hanging around Wagner's lair would be any safer.
Gold shimmered, giving the room an eerie glow. Gems, swords and crows lay in great piles, some touching the ceiling others sagging slowly under their own weight. Picking her way across the floor, carefully keeping as far away from the dragon king as possible Fredrika couldn't help but wonder how much was collected here.
A dull white glint caught the woman's eye. "N-no way…" Her voice was soft as she shifted forward, crouching down to inspect the small chunk of metal "Is that pure platinum.." The small block was grimy with age but there was no mistaking that soft shine on the dull grey surface.
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