Post by Ðr. Tran on Aug 22, 2013 13:49:31 GMT -5
Fireside tales
Gathered around a campfire, we see an old man, covered with a blanket. The night goes on above them, stars dancing in the sky and a glow from the moon, pregnant and full with its many woes and wants from the world below. The old man on the log finally looks up, at the faces of the young before him.
Gathered around a campfire, we see an old man, covered with a blanket. The night goes on above them, stars dancing in the sky and a glow from the moon, pregnant and full with its many woes and wants from the world below. The old man on the log finally looks up, at the faces of the young before him.
The old man looked up at them, smiling about something. His memories came back, of a bygone age, long before these children were born, long before this night, to a world very different.
He said, and paused, as he looked at all their eager young eyes, glistening from the fire light as they sat around to hear the tale.
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He said with a soft smile, as he remember what had happened so long ago. When he spoke the children oooh'd like little kids did
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[/div][/div]Mists Awakening
In the village hidden in the mists, there is a war brewing. Not open on the streets, not involving other nations. A war for the soul of Kirigakure itself. Our story unfolds following the actions of one who would see her nation prosper, and the ones who would only wish ruin for the sake of profit. As the Mist Awaken's from its slumber, shadows and horrors come to light, and one can only hope, in time these things are managed or else...there might not be a soul left to save...
In the village hidden in the mists, there is a war brewing. Not open on the streets, not involving other nations. A war for the soul of Kirigakure itself. Our story unfolds following the actions of one who would see her nation prosper, and the ones who would only wish ruin for the sake of profit. As the Mist Awaken's from its slumber, shadows and horrors come to light, and one can only hope, in time these things are managed or else...there might not be a soul left to save...
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