Post by Rinafera Woxwitty IV on Sept 29, 2008 21:00:35 GMT -5
You walk under the fiery canopy of Mossflower Woods, reveling in the autumn calmness. The path is littered with multicoloured leaves, each with its own intricate beauty, crunching beneath your footpaws. The cool breeze blows through the forest, bringing with it the calming smell of moisture, rustling the leaves gently. Somewhere above the trees, the cawing of ravens fills the air as they flee toward the setting sun. The sky is streaked with pink, the east already blue and sparkling with the vague silver stars speckling the darkness. As you wander forward, you quicken your pace, knowing that dusk is coming.
You suddenly burst into a huge clearing to see a great fortress standing in the middle, as tall as the towering trees. After days of aimless roaming in the forest, the magnificent sight of the wondrous structure strikes awe into your heart. As you shuffle closer to the gate of the fort, a voice rings out over the treetops, deep and strong. You look up to see an otter standing on the battlements of the rampart above the gate.
“Ahoy matey! What business do you have ‘ere with th’ Guardians of Mossflower?”
“Th’ Guardians of Mossflower, you say?” You reply, shouting at the otter.
“Aye, we guard Mossflower from them dirty vermin, we do, and I daresay we’re pretty good at that! You are welcome to join, if you are true of heart and have will to aid us in our fight ‘gainst the vermin.” The otter called down, his voice carrying pride and warmth, inviting you. “Come have a look around!” The gates swing open, welcoming you to mingle among the ranks of the Guardians.
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You suddenly burst into a huge clearing to see a great fortress standing in the middle, as tall as the towering trees. After days of aimless roaming in the forest, the magnificent sight of the wondrous structure strikes awe into your heart. As you shuffle closer to the gate of the fort, a voice rings out over the treetops, deep and strong. You look up to see an otter standing on the battlements of the rampart above the gate.
“Ahoy matey! What business do you have ‘ere with th’ Guardians of Mossflower?”
“Th’ Guardians of Mossflower, you say?” You reply, shouting at the otter.
“Aye, we guard Mossflower from them dirty vermin, we do, and I daresay we’re pretty good at that! You are welcome to join, if you are true of heart and have will to aid us in our fight ‘gainst the vermin.” The otter called down, his voice carrying pride and warmth, inviting you. “Come have a look around!” The gates swing open, welcoming you to mingle among the ranks of the Guardians.
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