SC: Idea

LOGIN/REGISTER

	by Goto Author View Single A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges. '...know I will always lov.. ..at never dies. It is th... ..f my passion that b... ...nd it cannot be ext.. ....n heaven or....n hel.. ....ill be by you...ide an... ...... ...... yours foreve......... ... Mendates ........ ...................................' Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby. +XP	Encounter - City/ Ruin September 23, 2003	+XP

“ A few musicians play their instruments and a beatiful maiden dances to the music. Wonderful to look upon, you surely will spend a few coppers, will you? In addition, two thieves move through the on-looking crowd. 'Spare the coppers - loose the silvers!' your father used to say.”

manfred

“ There is a land far to the east that is a great, desolate, near-empty wasteland home only to barbarians, ghosts and monsters. Many nations launche expeditions to this land, seeking to find the rumored-at treasures and riches beyond it's outer fringe.”

CaptainPenguin

“ People hunting for fish with arrows aim parallel with the water so that if they miss the fish they are aiming at they may hit another by chance.”

Strolen