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== Prologue == | == Prologue == | ||
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{{h|Henrietta|0=}}: I was remembering home again. Those peaceful, dreamy times when even rare fisticuffs at village feasts always ended in sharing a chalice of peace… Here, we are yet to find even a morsel of common ground with the ogres or goblins; they have been causing us less trouble lately, though. Recently, the Regnan pirates began showing up in our lands. The rumors that there’s now something to be had in Burton have spread far, it seems. Also, our watchers have spotted walking dead near the town walls. A mere coincidence, or the undead now want something from us, too? | {{h|Henrietta|0=}}: I was remembering home again. Those peaceful, dreamy times when even rare fisticuffs at village feasts always ended in sharing a chalice of peace… Here, we are yet to find even a morsel of common ground with the ogres or goblins; they have been causing us less trouble lately, though. Recently, the Regnan pirates began showing up in our lands. The rumors that there’s now something to be had in Burton have spread far, it seems. Also, our watchers have spotted walking dead near the town walls. A mere coincidence, or the undead now want something from us, too? | ||
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== Epilogue == | == Epilogue == | ||
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{{h|Henrietta|0=}}: The chase… Sword in my hand… and the barely visible path between the lifeless hills ahead. I’m racing on, barely ever getting a glimpse of the map, and the silent skeleton rides by my side. Suddenly, I wake up, shaking off the nightmare that kept tormenting me for days, in the dreams and beyond. When we pinned down that worm, Dargem, I left Boyd and him to set their scores alone. Should I expect for a second restless dead man to come to my dreams tonight? Well, just two is not that bad. After fleeing from Eeofol, I was seeing thousands of them… | {{h|Henrietta|0=}}: The chase… Sword in my hand… and the barely visible path between the lifeless hills ahead. I’m racing on, barely ever getting a glimpse of the map, and the silent skeleton rides by my side. Suddenly, I wake up, shaking off the nightmare that kept tormenting me for days, in the dreams and beyond. When we pinned down that worm, Dargem, I left Boyd and him to set their scores alone. Should I expect for a second restless dead man to come to my dreams tonight? Well, just two is not that bad. After fleeing from Eeofol, I was seeing thousands of them… | ||