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Date Posted: 19:02:26 06/24/02 Mon
Author: Aryon / ???
Subject: .

Elsewhere in the forest

Aryon grunts as the stranger slams him hard against the tree's trunk. Still coughing up blood from the initial blow, he stares into the figure's cold, granite-coloured eyes. The stranger is clad in what appears to be a cloth tunic and breeches, along with hooded cloak and scarf. Aryon now knows that the material is something far stronger than cloth, something powerful enough to deflect knife blows and an arrow. The scarf covers most of his face, showing only eyes and a few inches of greyish-blue skin, studded with small pockmarks.

"Boy," The stranger growls in a gravelly voice, "Tell me where they went and I will let you live."

"M... my master will destroy you, demon!"

"You have no master, weakling. I know several hierophant druids and they assure me this is a free forest. You are a worthless little hermit, and you will tell me where they are going."

"I don't know where they're going!"

"Wrong answer, whelp." Aryon's vision goes red, then black, as the sword slams into, then slides across his chest and belly.

"Relax, kid. I hit you with the flat of the... Oh, dear." Thin lips curl into a smile behind the scarf. "I forgot, this is a double-edged blade. Oh well."

The figure strides into the forest, toward the general direction of the group, leaving the young man's bleeding corpse leaning against the tree.

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