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<blockquote data-quote="bytor4232" data-source="post: 4108411" data-attributes="member: 39692">The lifelong friends found solice in their company that night.&nbsp; A party was forming, and from this point on, these people would depend on each other for their lives.&nbsp; Their fates were now in each others hand, and destiny awaited.&nbsp; As the sound of the crackling fire began to dim, some began to dream of riches in far off lands, while others stirred in restless slumber at the uncertain horrors which would certainly await them aloung their path to glory.The party members awaken the next morning to the sound of a bustling town, of crowds of people leaving.&nbsp; Carts packed to the brim, with their masters walking aside their steeds, the few families in tow, were double timing their way out of town.&nbsp; Before they could even question the townsfolk as to this sudden, albiet unsuprising, exodus, it became clear all at once.&nbsp; The smell of smoke turned the parties attention to the answer to their query, the blacksmith shop was in flames.&nbsp; A man, dressed in black, lay face down in the dirt with a dagger sticking out of his back.&nbsp; There was no mistaking it, the blacksmith was dead.&nbsp; Karma struck a deadly blow.With the thorps only source of survival now laying face down in the dirt embraing the last grand adventure, it was apparent that this town was no more.&nbsp; What little life that was left of this backwater corner was draining into the dirt.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="bytor4232, post: 4108411, member: 39692"] The lifelong friends found solice in their company that night. A party was forming, and from this point on, these people would depend on each other for their lives. Their fates were now in each others hand, and destiny awaited. As the sound of the crackling fire began to dim, some began to dream of riches in far off lands, while others stirred in restless slumber at the uncertain horrors which would certainly await them aloung their path to glory. The party members awaken the next morning to the sound of a bustling town, of crowds of people leaving. Carts packed to the brim, with their masters walking aside their steeds, the few families in tow, were double timing their way out of town. Before they could even question the townsfolk as to this sudden, albiet unsuprising, exodus, it became clear all at once. The smell of smoke turned the parties attention to the answer to their query, the blacksmith shop was in flames. A man, dressed in black, lay face down in the dirt with a dagger sticking out of his back. There was no mistaking it, the blacksmith was dead. Karma struck a deadly blow. With the thorps only source of survival now laying face down in the dirt embraing the last grand adventure, it was apparent that this town was no more. What little life that was left of this backwater corner was draining into the dirt. [/QUOTE]

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