Highlander Castle, architectural RPG
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oldraven |
Posted: 06-Jul-2005, 11:58 AM
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The Protector of the Unknown
Group: Scotland
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Realm: Guysborough Co., Nova Scotia
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Labban had no idea where he was. Actually, he hardly knew anything at all. Names, details, even purposes were all a fog. He could hear something faint not far away, but just far enough to keep his ringing ears from making it out. He focused, and realised the sound was voices. They were familiar voices that echoed in laughter, cries, and whispers in his head. As he listened, faces flashed in his head and like a rushing wave all was revealed.
He sat up with a start, but upon opening his eyes, Labban fell back to the ground with a thud. He was incredibly dissoriented, weak and........... ill! Labban's body wretched, and he rolled over to empty his stomach on the mossy earth he had been resting on.
His nose was dripping blood, and he felt a tender wet spot on the back of his head. Labban forced himself to his knees and began to drag himself toward the voices.
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Caw "I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic." -Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture) We need more Stan Rogers. jams
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Aaediwen |
Posted: 06-Jul-2005, 05:36 PM
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Celtic Guardian
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Joined: 09-Oct-2003
Zodiac: Holly
Realm: Kentucky
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The cold world grew warmer. Eventually a fire from nowhere enveloped everything around me, until all I saw was flame. The flame grew pale, to white. My head ached from the heat and the noise. Then the noise faded. All was pure white, and the heat was still intense. A crack sounded, as if a twig snapped. Then. . . voices? Was someone speaking? It seamed distant. Slowly it grew clear enough to tell that who or whatever it was was unaware of me. "Hello??", I cried through the blinding curtain, "Who's there? Where am I?". Slowly, faint shapes began to form. A tree, then another.. Grass...
"What is real? Was I dreaming of the fire? or am I dreaming now", I thought to myself. The voices continued to grow clearer, as did the images, as the blinding light faded to reveal the woods. These woods, I know these woods. I must have been sleeping. . . Is that?, "Highlander?. Labban!?, Rider!? Is anyone there?. . ."
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Poet and seeker of knowledge
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