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RESET MAY 24TH, 2020: And the story begins...

Looking out over the parapet atop the castle wall, he noticed the fog. It
was unbelievably thick and seemed to creep across the ground, the light from
the crescent moon causing it to almost glow. Something moved in the fog,
but what was it? It seemed to almost be a part of the fog itself.
(written by Elf)
"He-He... Hello?!" Riktor yelled into the darkness. The movement stopped,
very suddenly. The fog was still. Riktor stood there, motionless, and warily
studied the fog. Minutes pass... then out of the corner of his eye at the
far end of the fogline he notices slow movement like something is sneaking..
(written by Booch)
With malevolent eyes and hatred burning in his heart, the shadow watched the
human upon the stone walls. He could smell the fear and uncertainty
emanating from its flesh, a pleasingly welcome addition to the foggy night's
air. "Soon human, soon" the shadow thought as it walked slowly to the forest
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Riktor stood motionless as he watched the shadow and the fog slowly slip
away into the forest. When the shadow disappeared he started to remember
his past. He remembered looking out the window of his small childhood
home and only seeing the shadows cold dark eyes.
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The king took him in that night, but he never found out what happened to
his parents. Riktor didnt give it much thought and just went to bed.
(written by Jeannieinabottle)
A gutteral scream in the pitch black: "FOOLISH HUMAN!" Riktor shot up out
of bed from his slumber. The only thing he could see was glowing eyes
across the room...
(written by Booch)
With a curse, Riktor grabbed his sword and jumped from the bed, only to have
his faithful feline, Chunto, hop onto his bed. "Stupid cat," he muttered as
he walked to the table to splash water onto his face. "Guess that's all the
sleep I'll get tonight." Riktor dressed and headed out to the courtyard to
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find his good friend Rachan, a bold knight who just got back from a victorious
battle against their enemy The Uralis.
He wanted to tell his friend of the strange encounter he had the night
before. He also wanted to hear the stories of battle that Rachan told.
(written by Jeannieinabottle)
As he was heading to the courtyard, he heard a sound from the stables.
"Rachan?" He called out. Nothing. No insects, no wildlife, nothing. Just
stillness. He quietly drew his sword and crept slowly towards the stable.
No lanterns were lit and the fog effectively blocked out the moonlight.
(written by Elf)
"RIKTOR!....", a familiar voice yelled out. Then, a figure slowly crawled
from the darkness and the fog. Riktor quickly recognized the figure.
"Rachan!", Riktor ran to him and pulled him to his feet. "The Uralis, it's
not what you think it is... we need to...", then Rachan passed out.
(written by Rex)
Also here: dead cat.
(written by Skirmish)

RESET OCT 1ST, 2019: And the story begins...

Two shady characters occupying a corner table in the Orc Blood Tavern
exchange their ideas regarding a sinister plan...
"What have we to lose?!", said Noth. "Our lives for one!", exclaimed Ragon,
"We would need at least TEN men to do this and we are only two! What we need
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is to do some serious recruitment. Maybe we could get Slim to help us- he'll
do anything to make some money." Noth paused, then jokingly replied, "well
at least that idea is better than last year's when you wanted to post fliers
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around town for recruitment." But I think a better idea would be to
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get ourselves a Cave Troll!". Noth leaned back and grinned, happy with his
idea. Ragon smiled, "A cave troll... yes, those brutes would do anything for
a price. The trick is staying on their good side lest we become victims
ourselves." Pondering, Noth replied, "Now all we have to do is find one."
(written by Booch)
Ragon then remembered, "There's this guy in town who sells cave trolls as
pets!" Noth replied, "Pets? Cave trolls are thinking, reasoning, speaking
creatures and are not animals! We must stop this slave trade at once!"
"The Troll Trade is a big business," said Ragon sadly. "Kingdoms have
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repeatedly tried to shut this industry down, but it is way too powerful
and uses money to get whatever it wants."
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Noth leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and looked solemnly down at
the table. Deep in thought for several moments, he let out a dramatic sigh.
"Well," he said, clapping his hands on his knees and rising from his chair,
"we'd best be on our way if we're going to get through Direwood by dawn."
(written by Zephyr)
Ragon stood with the grace of a drunken Grublet and gruffly reminded Noth,
"It's your turn." With an exaggerated roll of his pale eyes, Noth reached
into his pocket, retrieved the three bronze pieces and slammed them onto
the worn oak table. Waving to the barmaid and clapping Ragon on the back,
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he lead the way out the door and into the crisp Autumn air.
It had been mere hours since Noth was out back of the Orc Blood Tavern,
rummaging through the remnants left by the prior occupant of the outhouse.
He knew well the tendancy of drunkards to lose their valuable trinkets when
(written by Zephyr)
at their most vulernarable. It was then that he found it; the key to his
plan. The plan that would bring he and Ragon out of the shadows and into a
life of ease and luxury. Not like all his other grand schemes...
(written by Zephyr)
"Hey Ragon. I don't think we'll need a cave troll when we've got one of
these!" With a big smile on his face, Noth raised a glowing potion above his
head. "Do you see the inscription?", Noth asked.
(written by Booch)
"I see it Noth." mumbled Ragon, "But I still don't know how that is going to
help us. What does it even mean? 'Third Eye' I hope you can get your
money back. We don't need some mysterious potion. What we really need is
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that cave troll! Now come on!" "Wait!" Noth said as he pops open
the potion. "Put a drop of this on your tongue and YOU'LL SEE what this
potion can do!" Ragon turns, "Alright..." and snatches the potion from Noth.
"This had better not be another one of your tricks", Ragon says as he raises
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the potion to his lips, and takes a deep swig. Suddenly he body starts to
shake, and he groans. He has the worst headache of his life, and sees bright
lights flash before him. He looks at Noth, whose mouth is hanging open, his
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sword dropping out of his hands. "Ra ra ragon! There's an eye on the back of
your head!" Ragon realized he could now see behind himself, with full 360
degree vision!
(written by Enkidu)

RESET October 20th, 2005: And the story begins...

The fair maiden, Lania, finally arrived at the gates of Serion after a long
journey. She was confronted by several guards upon her arrival inquiring her
visit to the realm. Lania then went on to explain that the purpose of her
quest was to reach her younger sister reported to be within Serion's gates.
(written by Booch)
The guards let her pass and she slowly made her way to the inn. Ignoring the
curious glances from the local regulars she sat down, ordered a meal and
inquired as to the whereabouts of the royal family. After getting up to
speed on the local happenings, Lania quietly finished her meal and rested
until the next morning.
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The next morning, while eating breakfast, Lania was approached by Seth Able
the Bard. After learning that he was a musician, Lania asked to hear him
sing. While he sang, she quietly hummed along until she suddenly noticed
that he was no longer singing. He politely asked her to accompany him.
(written by Elf)
At that moment, all hell breaks loose. A terrible screeching noise pierces
the air and several screams are heard outside of the inn. Lania quickly
draws her short sword and rushes to the townsfolk's aid. Just as she reaches
the door she is stopped by Seth Able and tells her the following:
(written by Booch)
"Going out there now would be crazy. Only the strongest MEN are called to
defend the city." At that, Lania looked on him with scorn as she told him
that REAL men defended the city, not sang in a brothel flirting with all
the women.
(written by Elf)
Suddenly, Barak, the fat lowlevel trainer, enters the Inn COMPLETELY
NAKED! Obviously drunk out of his mind he staggers over to the bar and
attempts to order a drink. After a few sour words exchanged with the
bartender, he grabs a stool and smashes the bartender in the face!
(written by Booch)
the bartender was really a gladiator in his old days and grabbed barak's
hair, twisted it a bit and punched him in the face. at that time lania came
to the bar and seised the oppertunity to prove hereself.... she grabbed
barak by the arm and swinged him across the room, leaving everybody
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checkin out her wicked biceps. Then the townsfolk realised that she was rea
lly a he. In fact she/he was a bit of both. Never before having experience
d such things, the townsfolk all cried out, "Witch! Lets burn the witch."
Meanwhile, the city is getting destroyed as the confused townfolk rant on.
(written by Dubes79)
but there, in the shaded ally, he was looking with a glimps in hes eyes...
the pawn where set, the game started. His masterplan was finnally comming to
an end. who was this shadow behind the plan? nobody really knows..
but roumors say that it was...
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petermen... where he came from? there are only a few souls on this planet
who know the answer... heh heh, he smiled.... let that witch burn...
the townfolk dont even know how inportand she is... she is the only
one that can...
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impregnate herself
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"Burn the Witch!" the townfolk cried as they siezed Lania and drug her off
to the town gallows. Petermen and Barak (still in the nude) watched from a
distance as Lania was strung up to the burning post. Lania is now completely
hysterical, screeming at the top of her lungs she shouts the following:
(written by Booch)
"Why are you guys naked? It looks awfully cold down there!"
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Barak shouted in reply, "Because I was told by the Spirit of the Red Dragon
that only those that can walk around nude without hesitation or shame shall
become strong enough to stand up against that vile creature!!"
Lania could only stare with incredulity at Barak's lunacy.
(written by Skrem)