The Shadows Fall

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The wind howled, and rain drove a weary traveler to seek shelter amonst the trees of Sauvage Forest, so near to his journey's end, the lights of the tower in Castle Excalibur could be seen not far ahead. Reaching in to pull his cloak around him for protection from this hell sent storm, the traveller shivering with cold from the biting winds and rain, gripped his cloak tightly about him praying for some warth in this forsaken night. To his surprise his hands held close to his chest bean to feel warm, as soothing warm dark fluid poored rapidly over his hands. Then reality struck home and the traveller knew the stark and fatal truth, as his life's blood poured swiftly ednlessly from the precise insision that was only seconds earlier made in his neck, piercing his arteries and spewing forth uncontrolably to his doom. The cold of the night driven away a new and more gripping coldness spread rapidly through the travellers body, that of coming of death. Looking almost blankly into the night around him, and small yet striking figure emerged from the night, a vibrant glowing red sword in his right hand, and a small tiny hatchet in the other. Grinning demonically almost at the traveller, the figure leened forward to inspect his work, sure that his blade (which on closer inspection proved not to be a blade at all but a fine magical harnessed beam of demonic light) had struck true and his prey would die soon. A flash of lighting brief little the tiny figure, and his windswept blue skin shone in the night, his flaming red hair and neatly trimmed beard standing out in constrat to the colour of skin. The traveler, feeling the darkness begin to take him for what he knew may be his final sleep heard the creature speak, for a creature such as he his grasp of the tongue of Arthur's lands was very good. "Deliver this message unto Constantine should ye be so lucky to have a holy man find your corpse briton. The Shadowstalker hath returned to his lands, and claims that which he feels is his by right. This forest is now mine." Darkness took the traveler as the blue skinned demon turned into the night, almost melting away into the gloom to continue his dark and deadly work.
 
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Originally posted by nemesisgm
The wind howled, and rain drove a weary traveler to seek shelter amonst the trees of Sauvage Forest, so near to his journey's end, the lights of the tower in Castle Excalibur could be seen not far ahead.
Reaching in to pull his cloak around him for protection from this hell sent storm, the traveller shivering with cold from the biting winds and rain, gripped his cloak tightly about him praying for some warth in this forsaken night. To his surprise his hands held close to his chest bean to feel warm, as soothing warm dark fluid poored rapidly over his hands.
Then reality struck home and the traveller knew the stark and fatal truth, as his life's blood poured swiftly ednlessly from the precise insision that was only seconds earlier made in his neck, piercing his arteries and spewing forth uncontrolably to his doom. The cold of the night driven away a new and more gripping coldness spread rapidly through the travellers body, that of coming of death.
Looking almost blankly into the night around him, and small yet striking figure emerged from the night, a vibrant glowing red sword in his right hand, and a small tiny hatchet in the other. Grinning demonically almost at the traveller, the figure leened forward to inspect his work, sure that his blade (which on closer inspection proved not to be a blade at all but a fine magical harnessed beam of demonic light) had struck true and his prey would die soon.
A flash of lighting brief little the tiny figure, and his windswept blue skin shone in the night, his flaming red hair and neatly trimmed beard standing out in constrat to the colour of skin. The traveler, feeling the darkness begin to take him for what he knew may be his final sleep heard the creature speak, for a creature such as he his grasp of the tongue of Arthur's lands was very good.

"Deliver this message unto Constantine should ye be so lucky to have a holy man find your corpse briton. The Shadowstalker hath returned to his lands, and claims that which he feels is his by right. This forest is now mine."

Darkness took the traveler as the blue skinned demon turned into the night, almost melting away into the gloom to continue his dark and deadly work.

the wonder of paragraphs, will tell you my opinion after I´ve read it

- nicely written, you are aware though that sauvage is the property of <The Shadowed Night> ? well of Shaeffer really, but the rest of us protects it aswell
 

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