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Pile O'Bones
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The door swung open. A dark figure made his way into the Inn. As he felt the beaming eyes of curious spectators, he silently sat down at a table, in a dark corner.
Beriothien was his name. He believes he is the age of thirty four, he does not remember. Not important... The figure was tall, built, with a mysterious presence... almost an aura, if you will. He carried a long blade, he believes it dates only back to the Third Age, forged by men in West Emnet, outside of the glorious city of Edoras. A stranger strides up to his table, "What will't be, man of the shadow?" "Surprise me," Beriothien says. "I've never seen you in these parts. What is your business here, figure?" the waiter replies. "Just passin' through, no worries." As the man leaves, Beriothien's mind wanders again. He is hit with an old memory, a terrible one. He thinks to himself... I cannot believe I am still here. It was a slaughter, their attacks never ceased...never ceased... Beriothien, a troubled man, has fought with many men, and watched his friends die at his feet. War is a terrible thing, but it cannot be avoided. He comes back to reality. Must rest...must drink...big day coming up...better be ready... We shall see what's in store for the man of the shadow. Last edited by Enedhilion; 02-11-2006 at 05:07 PM. |
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