A Day on Red

[indiscriminate_hater]

I know what you're going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was travelling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown, all of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. "Just a taste," he said. That was all it took.

[Feanol]

The scent of rotting flesh filled my nostrils. The others of my pack tore viciously at the exposed bones and skin of our fallen prey. Lupine howls echoed through the halls, rivaled only by the moans of countless undead...

[Feanol]

Wind tore at the the walls of the large hut. These Northern Men sleep like savages with no door to keep out a draft. It took several checks to find a bed, most rooms containing nothing more than an animal's hide draped on the cold floor. A hardy folk indeed...

[Feanol]

I was weary from my journey from the Northern mountains, laden with the trinkets and weapons of slain foes. Such things seem to fetch a good price in the Human city. The grass below my feet felt soft and welcoming, unlike the volcanic ash that still clung to my pant-legs. The setting Star was so striking I had to sit and observe it's recession...

[Feanol]

My cloak did little to keep me dry in the pelting rain. Soaked to the skin, I came across a small encampment of Humans making their stead by a river. Just a few buildings in all, but each one had exactly what I coveted: A roof.

[Nirgon]

We made a wall of ogres so the scums couldn't get into fear

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We made a wall of ogres so the scums couldn't get into fear

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[billhollins]

Originally Posted by indiscriminate_hater [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

I know what you're going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was travelling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown, all of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. "Just a taste," he said. That was all it took.

Lol'd hard