The first Adventure
The battle begins as swift as a blade through orcish flesh.
So yeah the epic adventure of life began this morning boring as anyday with a simple thought on how I was going to acomplish that tasks the deamons at celebration high school had set forth. Homework given out by quest masters as if it was such a simple procedure. No reward for these griefed quests. After putting on my armor and gathering my bag to hold things that i would undoubtly collect during the day I set forth on the adventure of the day. Walking the path to await my vessel that would send forth the land I wished to travil to. A yellow dragon we all ride to our final destination. Picking up fellow questers on our way we past other epic and florished lands. The heavey thick and winding pavment our dragon tamer directed us through, to meet our final destination. Loud noise filled the belly of the beast as everyone else was in much need to tell each other about the 12 odd hours they had not spoken. Finally ariving I took flight to the post on which I would meet with the rest of the people I usually talk to in the early hours of the beginging day. Useless conversation flew through one mouth to one set of ears, and back and forth until the dreaded bell set us on the day to begin. With a luck of five smashed mirriors I of course was not invited to join the Alchemists Yearly fair, where all show off their experements. Day goes on... and finishes with a thought that maybe a document, that people can read, ends my day... So now a tale begins, and all shall read if they so choose.
I sit hear now induldging in the sweet sound Known as Power Metal.
------------------------------------------------------Ending Thought------------------------------------------------------
When comming across an area full of undead... Remember, they aggro to sound (*movment) and do take more damage to holy, and healing spells...
Good Luck in the adventure of life...
So yeah the epic adventure of life began this morning boring as anyday with a simple thought on how I was going to acomplish that tasks the deamons at celebration high school had set forth. Homework given out by quest masters as if it was such a simple procedure. No reward for these griefed quests. After putting on my armor and gathering my bag to hold things that i would undoubtly collect during the day I set forth on the adventure of the day. Walking the path to await my vessel that would send forth the land I wished to travil to. A yellow dragon we all ride to our final destination. Picking up fellow questers on our way we past other epic and florished lands. The heavey thick and winding pavment our dragon tamer directed us through, to meet our final destination. Loud noise filled the belly of the beast as everyone else was in much need to tell each other about the 12 odd hours they had not spoken. Finally ariving I took flight to the post on which I would meet with the rest of the people I usually talk to in the early hours of the beginging day. Useless conversation flew through one mouth to one set of ears, and back and forth until the dreaded bell set us on the day to begin. With a luck of five smashed mirriors I of course was not invited to join the Alchemists Yearly fair, where all show off their experements. Day goes on... and finishes with a thought that maybe a document, that people can read, ends my day... So now a tale begins, and all shall read if they so choose.
I sit hear now induldging in the sweet sound Known as Power Metal.
------------------------------------------------------Ending Thought------------------------------------------------------
When comming across an area full of undead... Remember, they aggro to sound (*movment) and do take more damage to holy, and healing spells...
Good Luck in the adventure of life...