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| Trapped in the Frostfell | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:08 pm (236 Views) | |
| Zieg | Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:08 pm Post #1 |
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In almost any other place, the soft moonlight reflecting off the glistening snow would be pretty. But here, trampled by roving undead, the snow looked anything but beautiful. Zieg's breath came to him in gasps as he clutched the hilt of his sword. A bead of sweat trailed down the elf's face even though snow covered the ground. This was too much and he knew it. The elf had come here to examine the Frostfell event himself...but never had it crossed his mind that things would be this bad. Almost as soon as he had entered the ruins of this ancient city, he had been attacked by roving undead. Most of the attackers were in various states of disrepair and rot, but despite this, they proved formidable. One or two easy victories had lulled the elf into a false sense of ability--then a brush with dead showed him how badly he'd underestimated the situation. Any curiosity about this place had instantly fallen away, replaced only by the burning desire to leave this place and to never return if he could help it. But now, the massive numbers of undead were complicating matters to a terrible degree. Everywhere he turned, there was evidence of the undead, whether in roving bands or in quick moving, single attackers. It was the latter which the elf feared more, since they seemed to possess a sense far beyond the others, as well as a formidable athletic ability. "What are these things?" the elf muttered incredulously, having never faced an undead of this caliber. Flattening his back against the side of the building which he stood, Zieg carefully peeked around a corner onto the street beyond. His eyes scanned the snowy path and, seeing nothing, gingerly stepped out. Zieg breathed a quick sigh of relief, turned his head in the other direction--and was met with a blast of disgusting breath from an undead which managed to sneak astoundingly close. Zieg's started shouted echoed across the snowy ruins. . . Edited by Zieg, Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:12 pm.
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