Rebel souls, deserters we are called. Chose the gun, and threw away the sun.
Time in the Hunting Grounds is a strange thing. It does not pass as time on earth passes.
As the voices of the party faded into the distance, Jordava leading them away through the tunnels and back to the world above, the rock surface where the portal had been shivered and split open, crackling with a familiar electricity.
Out stepped the clearly very dead Malcom, followed closely by a much older Evie, the pair of them battle-scarred and feral. Behind them came a new figure - a sixteen year old boy with a striking Forge-family resemblance, possibly the spitting image of a younger Jacob before he got all scarred up.
Malcom: "We fuckin' made it! We're back..."
CUT TO BLACK.
STEAMPUNK-ERNATURAL WILL RETURN, MARCH/APRIL 2010. STAY TUNED.
As the voices of the party faded into the distance, Jordava leading them away through the tunnels and back to the world above, the rock surface where the portal had been shivered and split open, crackling with a familiar electricity.
Out stepped the clearly very dead Malcom, followed closely by a much older Evie, the pair of them battle-scarred and feral. Behind them came a new figure - a sixteen year old boy with a striking Forge-family resemblance, possibly the spitting image of a younger Jacob before he got all scarred up.
Malcom: "We fuckin' made it! We're back..."
CUT TO BLACK.
STEAMPUNK-ERNATURAL WILL RETURN, MARCH/APRIL 2010. STAY TUNED.