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Concerning the Horde Economy and a Good Steak Pt. 1

Submitted by Drevann on July 3, 2009 - 11:37pm

"Excellent work, gentlemen!" exclaimed Drevann as he gazed upon the piles of coins, precious stones, and bank notes that littered his private study.  He stared in wonder as his greed slowly began to overtake him.  A slight cough from one of his hired lackeys stole his attention momentarily, bringing his thoughts out of the cloud of dreams, back to the present situation.

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New Beginnings, Part 2

Submitted by Drevann on February 1, 2009 - 9:46am

Fleeting images...shadows...armies of the dead...distant memories of family and friends...pain...mostly pain.

These are the senstions that assault me as I try to sleep.  I close my eyes and breathe slowly, calming myself, but I cannot sleep.  If I am not giving it conscious thought I stop breathing, and it does not affect me.  The truth is slowly dawning on me.  I have become something dead, yet not dead.  I think hard of my last clear memory.

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New Beginnings, Part 1

Submitted by Drevann on January 30, 2009 - 10:59am

Who am I?

Where am I?

In the dark reaches of Raven Hill cemetary a pile of dust and bones stirs and falls over.  A hand reaches out, looking human, but covered in stitching.  The dark denizens of the cemetary, namely ghouls and skeletal warriors, glance over at the pile, then back to their silent vigil.  A figure extracts itself from the dirt and stands erect.  He looks a shamble, naked and dirty.  Crude stitching criss-crosses his entire body.  He seems as though a caricature of a rag doll as he begins shuffling his feet.

Skeletons? Ghouls? Why do they not attack me?

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