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Danger and Deceit-Anyone may Join
As his body was stone, his movements fluid he danced past faces as the streets of Diana pushed against him. So short his time would be in this city so strong in faith and his heart lifted from the shadows of his grave. Years passed since his death of his wife yet no change in fortune. Death plagued his journeys and chaos clawed his mind, so alone. Smooth steps of cold stone passed him, faces turned towards him with no emotion. A cold sleek touch to his hilt gave reasurance of safety. Of Little behold a tavern was to be his next rest, food and a bed is sure tonight. A rusted hinge loosed a cry of abandonment as it was not repaired in decades. No sooner did he realize the stench of blood then his half drawn sword. Blood the color of walls as his stomach refrained from vomiting, what was left of wood rotted in bits as if decades passed. This blood rivaled all death he saw these last years. Only once did the smell touch his senses, once was often enough to feel the grip of death touch you. Pity no other entered before him as alone he felt facing such a gruelsome beast. swaying through chairs and round tables he heard no sound only of his shallow breathing. In moments time a swift blade sliced at him missing with the defence of his own. His robbed figure slashed in fluid movements while his dark robes glided his body. So dark he felt as his plunge faltered to be recovered with a swift blow to his head.
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