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05-23-2015, 09:19 PM
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You may have wandered this beach a thousand times, you with your new shield. The metal had a handle on it made of leather, but your magic worked well to carry this new treasure. Today was a different day though, and this time, this thousandth and one time... well... it was very different. You moved south, toward the remnants of the marsh, long dead and not capable of supporting intrusion. But trees, long dead and etched with salt, sprouted from the sand more frequently. They were like markers of the dead, heralds of emptiness. But before your eyes, one began to bloom. Blue flowers rapidly grew on green that erupted from the center of the tree, cracking the brittle outer shell like bone. In the center of each one was a dagger, sharp and dangerous, but only five were mature enough, strong enough, to be useful. You should pluck them, take the five daggers with you on this journey. Each of them were named. A wind blew across the seas, a gasping breath of "Scint". Scint. That was the name of one of the blades, and the sharp metal glowed blue, enchanted. You could go left, inland, or back north. The rest of the daggers needed names. [[you are welcome to suggest names that you want for them!! These will all be enchanted]] |
@[Ampere]
