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Oh, and while I'm still here, here's a little spoiler from my upcoming story on the forums, Darker Nights.
~Darker Nights~
The cold, brisk, icy winds slashed upon his bare, blistered hands. Turning his agonised left hand over, he revealed he had a small cut, from which cold blood streamed down his arm. Tears started to well in his eyes, but he managed to control himself.

“No,” he thought. “A little further…” He shuddered to a halt, and out of agonising pain he let out a muffled; yet somehow distinct “Help!”. Silence. The man knew that nobody in the whole of Oroe would ever hear him. And even if they did, and came to his aid, they’d never oblige to help. He still had blood streaming down his arm onto the hard, icy, soil; and he wore dark, damp, despairing robes that were black, the colour of death, and trimmed with orange, the colour of Oroe.

The man knew that if anybody saw him in these robes he’d suffer the full extent of the law. “Never mix orange with black” , they always said; “Oroe and Death together are horrible things, together, they could destroy the whole of the Regad region”. Not that he wanted to destroy either the beautiful, exotic lands of Oroe, or any of the Regad region, even though they had once threatened to kill him. He was born in these robes.

Shaking himself back to existence, he looked on the sunlit, horizon. He could make it. He had been living in the wild for all his life, why be such a weak coward now? “Because it hurts,” he thought. "It hurts”. He folded his hood back over his head, it had evidently been blown off his head in the wind. He slowly made his way back to his tiny, destroyed camp. The wind had blown most of the stuff away, but thankfully the bare essentials were left behind.

17-Nov-2007 21:27:21 - Last edited on 17-Nov-2007 21:30:47 by Glow250

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He picked up his hunt from last night and started to rip it apart like a boar, anything to get a few scraps of meat in his stomach. After his meal, he opened his old, battered book, and picked up his faithful crossbow, his only real prized possessions. He read the chapter he was on, *Darker Nights’.

He read aloud from the text: “The Darker Nights were sealed away thousands of years ago, the legend is it could give you any wish you wan-”. The text faded here. Later on, it came back: *King Narm-” The text faded again, but only for a few words. “guards the Darker Nights in the great city of Ganion in the great lands of Farc*-”. The text faded to nothing here, for the last time. He turned the page, nothing. Then the next. Still, nothing.

Then, a sly grimace came across his face. Tyron had always been waiting for a mission.
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Darker Nights ~ Coming Christmas 07'

17-Nov-2007 21:30:31 - Last edited on 17-Nov-2007 21:31:03 by Glow250

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