Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220 
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 25, 2018 1:49:28 GMT -8
“Enough!” Boomed a voice from the clouds, ground, or perhaps just the minds of those who heard it. Upon the land where the Hunting Legion was located a pentagram began to form. The lines consisted of shimmering red light that not only exemplified the burning of the camp but caused it to increase. As the blood-colored lines thickened and flowed a dark aura began to emanate from the camp. The feeling in the air was the coldness of death personified; a reminder that all life will someday die. Putrid magic had been used to cast this teleportation spell.
The voice came again, “You have what you have come for. Now leave.” The voice spoke in a low tone. It held a soft yet harsh resonance that bespoke a resolve to kill if disobeyed. This situation could end now or continue to escalate until it became something more terrible than the everyday banditry that the golden dragon was so used to witnessing. Who knew what could result from the unexpected meeting of two dragons?
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Jan 30, 2018 13:40:45 GMT -8
((I waited long enough, I guess it's my turn again))
The Skywarden, high in the sky would continue channeling magic a piercing golden glow emanating from the Dragon's Tear set in his forehead, the golden gem now shining down on those below him like a second sun, bathing the camp in a golden light.
As he circled above the camp the clouds in the sky seemed to gather around him, eager to be close to their master. The clouds grew darker and the winds picked up in speed from the previous gentle breeze to a brisk ominous wind. The original sun in the sky was now blotted out by the clouds, leaving only Fol-lu's golden light. Yet this wasn't part of his attack, it was only the beginning, a response from the sky and weather itself to his gathered power and anger.
No... this was minuscule in comparison of what was to come. As soon as Trogdor landed Fol-lu's voice boomed down from the heavens, You know not who you face, dragon.
You speak not to any mere dragon, but the Warden of the Skies. Step aside lest my fury be unleashed upon you as well.
A few more ticks, the golden sun upon Fol-lu's forehead erupted into a piercing beam of golden energy, shooting upwards and piercing the clouds above...
The brisk winds suddenly stopped, leaving only a deathly quietness in the air. Yet still, nothing seemed to have happened yet. Ten seconds later, however, one would just begin to hear the sound of a distant rumbling. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what the sound was that approached from above but soon it would grow more and more clear...
Soon the sound of a raging storm of fire could be heard, and the sky darkened even more. The clouds above the cloud would turn black as something massive seemed to blot out the sun from above, shrouding the camp below in shadow.
Fol-lu would begin flying away as the source of this shadow revealed itself. A gigantic meteor broke through the clouds, fire streaking across its surface as it swept away the gathered clouds like a candle snuffed out by a hurricane. The rock easily large enough to cover the entire camp, but with the speed and size of it, it would cause much more widespread destruction. The camp would simply be the epicenter of a crater large enough to cover a couple miles with the speed at which it moved. In only a few seconds it would reach the ground and obliterate absolutely everything down below.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 31, 2018 1:17:46 GMT -8
Though the sky was pitch black with the gathering storm clouds light shone upon the Hunting Legion blinding it to the attack that was about to come. Yet no attack would break Trogdor’s defensive spell. The beast had made a contract with the Hunting Legion and therefore they belonged to him. It was unacceptable for some other dragon to destroy the Ashbringer’s flock. That such a monster would claim supremacy of the skies over Trogdor was laughable. It was time for Fol-lu to see past the golden chivalry that drove the rescue of the Sparrow. Angels fall, so do dragons, and there is only one true sun in the sky.
Fires erupted throughout the camp as the pentagram-like glyph lifted from the ground and rose into the air to meet the oncoming meteor. Skin blistering heat emanated from the spell upon the bandits below. Their hair would burn and skin melt leaving only the strongest alive. Red and gold light shimmered together above the flames of the camp making it a picture of hell.
Abruptly the golden light disappeared leaving only fire below. A golden beacon shone in the sky as silence blanketed the land. The darkness above intensified as the meteor broke through the clouds, making the light from the Hunting Legion burn all the brighter. Judgement had come too late for the damned. Gods and wardens had no place in hell where demons ruled.
The meteor would not hit the ground yet. Rather it collided with the pentagram and was teleported away in a flash of red and gold light. Fol-lu would not be allowed to flee from the scene of his own destruction. He had stayed for the fight and was now in it. Right in front of the feathered beast, the pentagram reappeared and a flaming meteor burst forth retaining its previous speed. Yet this wasn’t the real attack, it was only the beginning; a prelude to a response that would show the true meaning of anger. Down below the camp burned like an afterimage of the spell.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Jan 31, 2018 12:13:19 GMT -8
Fol-lu stopped in his tracks, his powerful wings flapping hard to halt his forward movement as the pentagram formed in the air and summoned forth the meteor in front of him. The huge space rock momentarily cut off his path forcing him to turn around and face the dragon that had redirected the meteor, the gem in his forehead already glowing once more with magical energy.
The meteor did not hit Fol-lu since it was summoned in front of him and he had been able to stop in time. The gigantic rock would now once again be hurling towards the ground, a little off target from the camp, yet this didn't matter as it would destroy anything within miles if allowed to impact the ground at its current speed.
Impressive, yet unwise. How long can you defend this camp for I wonder?
Once again, the meteor would impact the ground within seconds as it maintained its velocity.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 1, 2018 3:00:08 GMT -8
The golden dragon was too haughty for its own good. Altruism led it to believe that the red beast cared for the bandits. Trogdor only cared that he would be slighted. Pride blinded Fol-lu, making him think that he alone owned the skies. When Fol-lu turned back to the camp which burned in the vague shape of the previous pentagram, Trogdor attacked from above.
The beast had used the meteor to distract and mask his movement. Fol-lu had been quick to turn and disregard his own attack making Trogdors maneuver all the more effective. Wings reaching backward, claws, jaws, and talons outstretched, Trogdor silently swooped upon the golden dragon, aiming to sink his claws into wings, back, and neck.
“Kepesk troth ve. Yth nishka ocuir svaust kulti nomenoi svanti.” As the dragons neared collision Trogdor began to cast a spell in draconic.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 1, 2018 10:42:46 GMT -8
((I don't know what just happened, so I'm just gonna go off the information that you gave me for now))
The meteor would hit the ground now, causing widespread destruction below and wiping out the camp in a shockwave only a few seconds after it had been teleported upwards.
The Skywarden had positioned himself quite high up in the sky, even with his size he appeared as a small dot in the from below, just at the edge of the clouds. This gave him quite enough time to notice the dragon below ascending into the air and spot him after the meteor that had been teleported up in front of him had fallen.
Fol-lu would turn to face him then before he came near and would ascend higher into the sky to avoid Trogdor getting above him, climbing up into the air just in time for Trogdor to swoop below him, missing his initial attack. Fol-lu would gather more magic in the meantime in preparation for Trogdor's spell, as he was quite familiar with casting via the use of the draconic language.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 2, 2018 2:06:38 GMT -8
The skywarden spent too much time looking down. Trogdor dived out of the pentagram and slammed into Fol-lu. The ruthless beast sank its teeth into the golden dragon, pushing him towards the ground. It would be a long fall.
Below the land explodes. The space rock sinks deep into the earth. Shockwaves cascade outwards, crushing bandits, trees, and hills. A dust wave follows coating the land in an unbreathable miasma. Two dragons and one angel fall into the haze in a bloody battle. Trogdor cast his spell. A pressure barrier burst forth around the trio keeping the dust and debris away.
As they fell the red dragon beat his wings to maintain the height advantage. With his left claw Trogdor sought to grasp and disable Fol-lu’s wing. He sunk his other claws into Fol’s back, side, or chest, if the feathered dragon had ever decided to look up instead of down. The deadly jaws went for the golden neck. Fol-lu had not reacted to Trogdor’s attack and would be cast down.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 2, 2018 8:41:22 GMT -8
Fol-lu would be able to notice Trogdor's approach and react in some way, as the large dragon could be heard approaching through the air due to his size along with the draconic chanting he was doing.
Fol-lu turned to face Trogdor then just moments before they both collided, Trogdor now attacking head-on with Fol-lu. The Sparrow was still on Fol-lu's back, seemingly held-fast by some magical force from the miniature cloud that had carried her onto Fol-lu's back in the first place. Milliseconds before impact, Fol-lu's gem in his forehead flared violently in a golden light, flashing briefly and blinding Trogdor. As quickly as the flash of golden light came through, it dissipated and then Trogdor hit Fol-lu, his teeth sinking into the feathered dragon. It seemed like it was too late to cast a spell to avoid the attack.
Trogdor would come to find that Fol-lu seemed surprisingly light for a dragon more than double his size, as the impact quickly sent Fol-lu and Trogdor careening towards the ground. Fol-lu was seemingly dazed for a few moments, those few moments long enough for them to almost reach the ground. The wounds from Trogdor's attack had yet to even begin bleeding, so fast was their descent. The Sparrow was no where in sight, possibly having already fallen further down into the thick dust and debris thrown up by the meteor.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 2, 2018 12:27:39 GMT -8
They plummeted like a falling star. Golden light flared but no further attacks had come from the accosted Skywarden. Trogdor locked his jaws around the neck of Fol-lu and sought to crush the life out of the majestic creature. It would be a terrible loss to the Overworld for Fol-lu, the Skywarden to die, but the dragon had entered the dangerous part of the Open Lands, and had tarried too long in the face of danger.
Trogdor maintained the hold on the neck while he shook his head back and forth to increase the damage. His claws sought to further immobilize Fol-lu by securing a hold on his limbs. The red beast knew that a spell was coming. He would be vulnerable to such an attack now, but Fol-lu might not live to see the hit land. Or maybe the golden dragon would try to run, now that it had been underhandedly dealt with. Trogdor began to visualize a certain glyph in his mind that would help him deal with either an attack or attempt at retreat.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 2, 2018 13:17:07 GMT -8
Down the pair of them fell, the golden dragon tangled up with the red dragon Trogdor.
No doubt Trogdor saw nothing but the thrill of victory and glory before him as he tore into Fol-lu, his teeth sinking deep into the larger dragon's feathered neck. Any moment now he would taste the sweet taste of his enemy's blood on his tongue... Yet as he tore into Fol-lu, who still seemed dazed and unresponsive he would receive no such satisfaction.
Perhaps the previous thrill he had began to fade now as not the taste of blood, but the refreshing wetness of water met his teeth. As he tore into the golden dragon's neck, a spray of water and air would shoot from the Skywarden's neck. Was this the Skywarden, a dragon composed of mere air and water?
As they fell perhaps his mind would jump back to the previous flash of golden light obscuring the Skywarden moments before impact, to the apparent lightness the gigantic dragon had. Though Trogdor would have very little time to think about such things as the ground fast approached.
The spell Fol-lu had been preparing had in actuality been cast in that very moment of blinding golden light, and now the clone of Fol-lu, composed of water and air much like a cloud would dissipate, leaving only the fast approaching ground below and Trogdor milliseconds before impact. He would have, at this point, built up a large amount of momentum from the dive and would be headed towards almost certain death via impact with the ground below should he not be able to stop.
The clone Fol-lu had made still retained a somewhat significant weight due to the water mixed into it, about half of Fol-lu's actual weight and similar to Trogdor's. It would most likely take Trogdor too long to pull up at this point, having fully committed to his previous attack and dive downwards with the cloud clone of Fol-lu.
As for the real Fol-lu, he seemed to be nowhere in sight, even if Trogdor managed to look with his current preoccupation.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Feb 2, 2018 13:30:35 GMT -8
Trogdor roared in frustration as his prey dissipated into water. As the ground came at him the red dragon projected the teleportation glyph he had visualized onto the ground and dove into it, disappearing from the destroyed lands. The dragon would not forget being slighted so. The Hunting Legion was the only group that Trogdor had allied himself with. Trogdor would scry the location of the dragon that had destroyed this camp and get his revenge.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 21:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2018 5:41:58 GMT -8
The camp is nothing more besides burnt equipment that were left behind and ash.
Some of them were killed in the initial blaze, others because of the meteor, however the majority of those who fled early on managed to escape and scatter to the winds.
It is unlikely much of value was left here, and it is extremely unlikely these bandits will be returning to this location, save one or two desperate looters.
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Sept 18, 2018 17:22:50 GMT -8
Oobie and his bandits would eventually return to the camp to find it in ruins. The subordinates reported that there was very little to salvage, and they were unsure of where their comrades had gone.
"Damnit... looks like we were the lucky ones, being out on a mission. There's nothing here for us anymore, we'll have to find a new base of operations." They would search for some time before leaving, looking for signs of where any survivors may have gone.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 21:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2018 8:01:24 GMT -8
Oobie and his bandits would eventually return to the camp to find it in ruins. The subordinates reported that there was very little to salvage, and they were unsure of where their comrades had gone. "Damnit... looks like we were the lucky ones, being out on a mission. There's nothing here for us anymore, we'll have to find a new base of operations." They would search for some time before leaving, looking for signs of where any survivors may have gone. Only ash and charred remains were left behind at the camp... The majority of the survivor's tracks lead into the nearest forest, where they would have gone for safety and shelter. Where they went from there once they regrouped would be a mystery for now... |
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