by Ash Fanrico » Tue Jan 13, 2004 4:21 am
Duile took a deep breath, "Well... we're not getting paid to just stand around." he announced, stating the obvious. With that, Coppermirth stepped forward... spear in hand, resting upon his right shoulder.
"Let's go find those kids. Then get the hell out of this gods forsaken area." said the Half-Elf, trying to sound inspirational... act like he wasn't the least bit worried about what kind of things could be lurking around.
Deep Within Belvoken... At That Very Moment
What once was a quiet, peaceful little town, full of families, friends, and neighbors... was now nothing more than a dark and twisted version of itself. Nothing that would give the idea of possible growth thrived there, no grass, no clean water, not one thing. Only thorny vines, which snaked in and out of places like macabre tapestries. The wood that had kept up most of the town was rotted, and stenched of dead animal carcasses. Noises could be heard from within the shadowy corners, waiting... and watching. Even in the Afternoon sun, Belvoken looked as if it were nightfall already.
A presence there, amongst many others, snaked along the decades abandoned shops and pubs. It finally had prey for what felt like centuries... and it could sense more on the way...