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<blockquote data-quote="Someone" data-source="post: 2340471" data-attributes="member: 5656">Harolk Karrnathen, male human fighter.Harolk feels safe in the crowded... streets? bridges? of Sharn, and decides to visit the upper city. It´s a long way from the low levels where he found a place to live, but he fancies a walk and he starts climbing. But there´s something wrong. A face that repeats too often. The feeling of being followed or watched. Harolk turns, but there´s nothing here. In fact, the crowd has dissapeared in this lonely part of the city. He laughs at his own concerns and thinks that he´s growing old. &quot;I must be careful, or I´ll become a moron as big as my father!&quot;No, this is real. Harolk stops, and tinks they could be just thieves. Looking worriedly, he turns around, and hurries. Thieves? no. They wouldn´t act as strangely as they´re doing. If they have found him, Harolk isn´t going to flee! everything will end here and now. Twin swords come out flashing, and he challenges the unseen enemies: &quot;Come here! I´m not afraid of you&quot; shouts to the empty street.But when he´s turning slowly, a chill climbs his back like an ice snake. Fool! says a disgusting voice in the back of his head. Listen to me at least once in your life. Run like hell, or you´ll end there!&quot; Normally, Harolk doesn´t listen to that voice, but this time definitely what it´s saying makes sense, and Harolk runs....He slams the door shut and tuns. The inside´s relative darkness prevents him from realizing&nbsp; the people there looking at him alarmed. Then he looks down and realizes that his swords are still hanging from his hands. &quot;Oh!&quot; pants, returning them to their scabbards. &quot;I´m sorry. I´m... er... was... making some exercise.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Someone, post: 2340471, member: 5656"] [b]Harolk Karrnathen, male human fighter.[/b] Harolk feels safe in the crowded... streets? bridges? of Sharn, and decides to visit the upper city. It´s a long way from the low levels where he found a place to live, but he fancies a walk and he starts climbing. But there´s something wrong. A face that repeats too often. The feeling of being followed or watched. Harolk turns, but there´s nothing here. In fact, the crowd has dissapeared in this lonely part of the city. He laughs at his own concerns and thinks that he´s growing old. [i]"I must be careful, or I´ll become a moron as big as my father!"[/i] No, this is real. Harolk stops, and tinks they could be just thieves. Looking worriedly, he turns around, and hurries. Thieves? no. They wouldn´t act as strangely as they´re doing. If [i]they[/i] have found him, Harolk isn´t going to flee! everything will end here and now. Twin swords come out flashing, and he challenges the unseen enemies: [COLOR=Silver]"Come here! I´m not afraid of you"[/COLOR] shouts to the empty street. But when he´s turning slowly, a chill climbs his back like an ice snake. [i]Fool![/i] says a disgusting voice in the back of his head. [i]Listen to me at least once in your life. Run like hell, or you´ll end there!"[/i] Normally, Harolk doesn´t listen to that voice, but this time definitely what it´s saying makes sense, and Harolk runs. ... He slams the door shut and tuns. The inside´s relative darkness prevents him from realizing the people there looking at him alarmed. Then he looks down and realizes that his swords are still hanging from his hands. [color=silver]"Oh!"[/color] pants, returning them to their scabbards. [color=silver]"I´m sorry. I´m... er... was... making some exercise."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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