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<blockquote data-quote="PwrMnky" data-source="post: 4432322" data-attributes="member: 48096"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">WARNING: this contains spoilers for the Malingo/Figlio campaign in Ravenloft. Don't cheat! </span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">Everyday is the same thing: survive.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">The only good thing I have to look forward to is the hope that things will be the way they once were. I may have been a street rat, but at least there was a city. At least there were people. At least ... </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">... I take a heavy breath. There has to be something like that again. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">... I take a heavy breath. How come the only things I look forward to are things in my past?</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">Right now life has become a question of death and scrounging for food. With my previous experience of being a street rat I have better skills than most. Which has attracted the attention of our main church. Reverend Hartwick has taken me under his wing and now I have shelter and food on a regular basis. Temporarily.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">Temporarily.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">... I take heavy breath. How come my stability is fleeting?</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">It was a dark few days. Days of screaming and smoke. Women calling for fallen husbands, mothers crying for their teenage sons who were dying. Legions of undead attacked our city. Some of them former family members. There were no families, there were no mothers/fathers ... we all became soldiers. Pitchforks became weapons, and anything you could hide behind became cover.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">We had pissed off the wrong vampire. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">I hate undead. I hate them with every fiber of my being. They destroyed my city. And now we don't have any more city. We just have rubble and ruin. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">Reverend Hartwick approaches me and asks that I lead a cart and donkey to beg at the next town for food. I am the best choice since I am used to scrounging ... and since ...</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">... they have been training me to battle the undead. People cry to the church and we answer. Like firefighters. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">I take one donkey, one cart, few gold, all of my weapons, and I head to the next town. At least I carry one thing from the past with me. It's everything my mother gave me. My name. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: white">... Herod.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PwrMnky, post: 4432322, member: 48096"] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]WARNING: this contains spoilers for the Malingo/Figlio campaign in Ravenloft. Don't cheat! [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]Everyday is the same thing: survive.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]The only good thing I have to look forward to is the hope that things will be the way they once were. I may have been a street rat, but at least there was a city. At least there were people. At least ... [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]... I take a heavy breath. There has to be something like that again. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]... I take a heavy breath. How come the only things I look forward to are things in my past?[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]Right now life has become a question of death and scrounging for food. With my previous experience of being a street rat I have better skills than most. Which has attracted the attention of our main church. Reverend Hartwick has taken me under his wing and now I have shelter and food on a regular basis. Temporarily.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]Temporarily.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]... I take heavy breath. How come my stability is fleeting?[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]It was a dark few days. Days of screaming and smoke. Women calling for fallen husbands, mothers crying for their teenage sons who were dying. Legions of undead attacked our city. Some of them former family members. There were no families, there were no mothers/fathers ... we all became soldiers. Pitchforks became weapons, and anything you could hide behind became cover.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]We had pissed off the wrong vampire. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]I hate undead. I hate them with every fiber of my being. They destroyed my city. And now we don't have any more city. We just have rubble and ruin. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]Reverend Hartwick approaches me and asks that I lead a cart and donkey to beg at the next town for food. I am the best choice since I am used to scrounging ... and since ...[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]... they have been training me to battle the undead. People cry to the church and we answer. Like firefighters. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]I take one donkey, one cart, few gold, all of my weapons, and I head to the next town. At least I carry one thing from the past with me. It's everything my mother gave me. My name. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=white]... Herod.[/COLOR][/FONT] [COLOR=white][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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