Soria
09-19-2005, 02:12 PM
Ever have those moment in a game where you think, for just a secnd, that there would be a perfect moment between play, or hell during play where a neat little short story could happen? I started thinking about this, and decided to give it a whirl. I'll write a bunch of them, and I apologize ahead of time if some of the games som of you don't play.
Wading: From Draken Gate.
Rynn growled to herself as she waded through the waist deep frigid water.
" I'm going to have words with that dragon later...." she muttered to herself, " First he has me go wading in the muck in that damned swamp. Now he has me freezing my ass off in This Great white North. And if one of those damned Northmen pinch my ass one more time, I'm going cut his f**king hand off!" Rynn finished her rant in an angered shout.
Two wartog watched Rynn from the nearby shore.
" Tok can have weak female human." The first one, dressed in a gray woolen kilt and gray tunic.
" Me?! Um... Tok's axe arm sore. Bok can have her." The other, dressed in rusty chain mail insisted.
" No, Bok-"
" Hey you dirty blithers! You're mine!" Rynn screamed, charging the shore, sword held high.
" Uh,oh..."
Wading: From Draken Gate.
Rynn growled to herself as she waded through the waist deep frigid water.
" I'm going to have words with that dragon later...." she muttered to herself, " First he has me go wading in the muck in that damned swamp. Now he has me freezing my ass off in This Great white North. And if one of those damned Northmen pinch my ass one more time, I'm going cut his f**king hand off!" Rynn finished her rant in an angered shout.
Two wartog watched Rynn from the nearby shore.
" Tok can have weak female human." The first one, dressed in a gray woolen kilt and gray tunic.
" Me?! Um... Tok's axe arm sore. Bok can have her." The other, dressed in rusty chain mail insisted.
" No, Bok-"
" Hey you dirty blithers! You're mine!" Rynn screamed, charging the shore, sword held high.
" Uh,oh..."