Aug 05, 2010 22:44
In the distant West, the sun rose over the horizon, as the masked bandit rode off into the sunset...
Well, somewhere in the West. In Streamdrab, there were no masked bandits riding into the sunset, but it was hot and humid and the sun reached high noon. The shadows cast by the old, decrepit buildings were long and dark, reaching into the nearby woods as if to link the patches of shadows. But from the shadows of the forest, something was watching. There was silence, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or snapping of branches, but there was nothing there to see. Whatever was there, they were biding their time.
But their efforts were likely in vain, for our weary travelers, new and old, would likely be distracted by something else. Their cheerful leader of the Caravan was perched on Grandore's shoulder. Cid Amon stood there with a megaphone in hand, ready to make an announcement! But what could it be?
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#style: action,
davin felth,
balthier,
duo maxwell,
john marston,
vash the stampede,
!event,
sumire takahana,
tom tresser,
h.m. murdock,
arthur,
zelgadis greywords,
!narrator,
cassandra of troy,
templeton peck,
alistair,
#style: prose,
bret mcclegnie,
kushina uzumaki,
gau meguro,
rookie,
minako aino,
slo-bo,
jack harkness,
morrigan,
*day 10