Aerospace: Prologue & Part IA man loomed over his hostage. A well known and greatly respected scientist lay at his knees. The scientist stared as his captor who stood with a threatening look, ready to act. A few moments passed and nothing happened, neither man moved. He seemed to be contemplating, his plan perhaps? The scientist couldn’t tell but for all he could tell about his surroundings he didn’t know where he was. An ally way somewhere was about all he came up with. A perfect spot of cover for God knows what. But something didn’t seem right. There was a security camera not even twenty feet behind the man that held him here. Why would he be holding him here? SurelyAerospace: Prologue & Part I
Mountain King: Part IGwindor walked casually through a back passage in the Mithril Halls. Torch in hand to illuminate his path that lay before him he moved. The light rustling sound of the torch and the clank of his axe made the hall seem utterly void of creatures. But one lurked. And that one had been like mosquito on one's ear. A sheer annoyance. For what one would ask and Gwindor would merely respond by saying; "A grudge."Mountain King: Part I
A tumble of rocks broke the soft mix of fire and steel. The narrow path soon opened to reveal an abandoned dinning hall, and for good reason was it abandoned. A warg lurks aimlessly. A creature that of a bear and wolf. A rather
Argh!
Welcome.
Super axe chop.
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Dear god I need cotton swabs.
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