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Post by Jagathara on Jul 3, 2005 12:39:15 GMT -7
These are the first stories written for the clan. Not really even stories but bits of propaganda to prop up the troops in a transitory time.
In some dark and smokey tavern in an out of the way town, a stranger enters ( he could be you ). He looks around and sees a group huddled together at a corner table. They are talking quietly amongst themselves. All are shrouded in robes and hoods and the stranger cannot make out any faces. One of them looks up briefly and the stranger feels a chill down his spine .
The stranger leaves that place knowing he has witnessed something dark and mysterious but does not understand the significance of his encounter.
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Post by Jagathara on Jul 4, 2005 23:46:01 GMT -7
DOS
The Stranger walks into a shop and inquires of the shopkeeper regarding a sword in his possesion. "Let me see it" says the shopkeeper. He looks it over. The initials GGG are engraved in script on the hilt.
"Where did you get this weapon, sir?" "I helped someone into town past the sentry and he gave it to me in return."
"Why would you do that?"
"I don't know....... Seemed right."
"Hmmm....if what you say is true you are are a blessed man. If not you are doomed!"
As the shopkeeper hands the sword over the Stranger notices a tatoo on his forearm- three letters entwined-
DOS
WE ARE HERE
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Post by Jagathara on Jul 4, 2005 23:48:01 GMT -7
The Legend Continues.......
The Stranger begins to notice many cloaked figures in the streets. They meet in the shadows, speak briefly in hushed tones and move on. If they notice him at all they glance sharply at him and move on.
The stranger begins to realize that these dark figures are appearing from all over the land. They seemed to be coming together for some hidden purpose.
The Stranger stands alone in the darkness and shudders.
WE ARE HERE MAKE NO MISTAKE!
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Post by Jagathara on Jul 4, 2005 23:50:53 GMT -7
Coming Together
Stranger walks into the pub and it is full of revellers. They are shouting and laughing and the steins of beer are flowing freely! They look travel -weary but happy to be in this place. He notices that they have colours and banners from all over the land.
Someone, a captain or obvious leader stands up and makes speeches about unity and strength. Someone else starts passing armbands and banners. The Captain holds up a large flag.
"We are here; We are united; We are DOS!"
MAKE NO MISTAKE!
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Post by Jagan on Jul 30, 2005 11:54:29 GMT -7
Coming Storms
A darkness fell over the town and shrouded it in a gloomy fog. The townsfolk felt a foreboding fear. Odd fearsome things were beginning to occur. People had gone missing. Lost in the swamps... some had returned it was true. But they were not quite right- they had no memory of the time they were gone- and something about them was inexplicably different.
The Innkeeper wiped down the bar as he watched the shrouded weary figures drinking his ale and talking quietly amongst themselves. He knew some of their names and the legends of their exploits. Some event was on the horizon he had no doubt. But what could it be? Something....something... Something tumultous...yes...
He turned round to take stock of the days tallies and soon was engrossed in numbers and gold. But later as he turned back to glance across the room one of the men looked up at him and that piercing, knowing stare sent a shiver down his spine..
THE TIME IS NEAR!
DOS
WE ARE HERE!
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