[Old Street] Whispers in the Swamp (lvl 5-8) 29.10
Oct 19, 2019 12:01:55 GMT
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Post by Guido on Oct 19, 2019 12:01:55 GMT
A storm has hit Port Ffirst tonight. At the Sea Shank sailors, adventurers, and drunks alike are deep in their cups, drawing their sorrows and malaise. The small fire in the fireplace barely has the strength to fight the rain an wind through the chimney.
The saloon door slams open and a young woman in a long, green, silk-lined, cape, stumbles forward. "HELP! HELP! My husband was behind me, he fell down, they took him!" The eyes of the woman roll back and foaming from the mouth she screams "UNGOYUD ERFELCOPGECHEREF!Ungoyud erfelcopgecheref! Ungoyud..." She drops on the floor, not far from the fire pit. The fire illuminates the distorted expression of horror on her face.
Orland, sitting nearby, wakes up from his torpor, looks down at the woman and shouts: "Jedd, the lady is back!"
Jedd rushes in from the back. He checks on the woman and turns to Orland: "well, damn, she sure is dead! What am I going to do with their stuff? And where is that crazy husband of hers?"
The saloon door slams open and a young woman in a long, green, silk-lined, cape, stumbles forward. "HELP! HELP! My husband was behind me, he fell down, they took him!" The eyes of the woman roll back and foaming from the mouth she screams "UNGOYUD ERFELCOPGECHEREF!Ungoyud erfelcopgecheref! Ungoyud..." She drops on the floor, not far from the fire pit. The fire illuminates the distorted expression of horror on her face.
Orland, sitting nearby, wakes up from his torpor, looks down at the woman and shouts: "Jedd, the lady is back!"
Jedd rushes in from the back. He checks on the woman and turns to Orland: "well, damn, she sure is dead! What am I going to do with their stuff? And where is that crazy husband of hers?"
