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"Hey, toss the ragball here!" yells the small child as he holds his hands as to catch the ball. Before the throw is released though, he is knocked to the ground. The ball lands feet away, with no reciever there to catch it. The small child stands and just laughs, eager to continue playing.
The evening sunset fills the air with a tranquility found only in the countryside. As the farmers return home, they could not even begin to comprehend the mysteries about to plague them.
Far down the trail leading to the town, a band of travelers begin to approach. A short, bald-headed man looked up to the towering behemoth on his right. "You sure this is the place, boss?" he said, as his jolly stomach rippled with every syllable.
"Of course it is Bart, what kind of FOOL do you take me for!" he said angrily. "You DO know who gave us the directions!" With that, Bart nodded and immediately decided it was best to hold his tounge.
To the left of him, a scrawny man slightly taller than Bart interceded. "Did you really have to be so hard on him, I mean, look at this place." At that, he gestured to the lively folk in front of him, so vibrant and full of life. "Doesn't really fit the scene, does it?"
In an instant, the scrawny man was on his back, the tip of a longsword resting on his chin, blood trickling down, leaving bright red splotches on the man's tunic. "This is not the time or the place, Jerar. Our master would not like thoughts of treason, and your crime IS punishable by execution. Lucky for you, I just happen to know for a fact this is the right place, and I can't afford anymore men lost."
Ran out of time at work, will finish tomorrow if I get the chance, or if you want to take the liberty of continuing it on your own, feel free. My update will come either way.
[Edited on 9/25/2004 3:22:08 AM]