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The weather beaten trail wound ahead into the dust racked climes of the baren land which dominates large portions of the Norgolian empire. Age worn hoof prints smothered by the sifting sands of time shone dully against the dust splattered crust of earth. The tireless sun cast its parching rays of incandescense from overhead, half way through its daily revolution. Small rodents scampered about, occupying themselves in the daily accomplishments of their dismal lives. Dust sprayed over three heaving mounts in blinding clouds, while they bore the burdonsome cargoes of their struggling overseers. “Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian”, gasped the first soldier. “Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death, wretch!” returned Grignr. |
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Posted On: 10/20/2008 12:38AM | View Phlegmatic's Profile | # |