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As Most of oyu may have realized, this site has been "dead" for awhile. However, I find myself with sppare time, so this site is gonna get re-vamped and started up again!I don't blame you if you can't forgive me, and it wasn't nice of me to leave without comment, but I'm back again, and I intend to make this an awesome site again!It will take a bit, so don't expect immediate results, but it will come! The site LIVES!
You have been walking for miles and you are exhausted. Your food supplies are low and you are almost out of fresh water. You rest for a little bit, and when you wake you smell something lovely cooking. You follow the scent to a food-filled table and start eating but before you get too far you are tapped on the shoulder, accompanied by a sabre point tickling your neck. A voice commands, "Stand up straight and put your paws behind your head." You do so and find yourself face to face with a lean, muscular weasel. He says "I will give you two choices: you can enlist and keep on eating food like that, or you can beg for mercy and hope I'm in a good mood right now." You see a dangerous glint in his eye which convinces you he is not in a good mood right now. You say quickly, "alright, I'll enlist." The weasel suddenly breaks into a grin, saying "I knew you would make the right choice, mate. Follow me to the fort." You follow him and suddenly you gasp in surprise. In front of you is a large fort with a moat surrounding it, armed sentries patrolling the wall tops, and a large wooden drawbridge. The weasel remarks, "a pretty sight, isn't it mate? To get inside, just walk up, call to one of the sentries that Blackeye sent you and you want to enlist. If that doesn't work, they will answer to me." He slips away after that, leaving you alone in the shadow of the giant fort. You pluck up some courage and call out to one of the sentries that Blackeye sent you to enlist in the ranks. The sentry nods and with a loud creak, the drawbridge lowers down. You walk across it into the fort, wondering what you will see next. |
