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Subject: Dopin's Biography Author: Dopin of Deep Seas [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 01:49:58 06/08/03 Sun I was born on the night of a storm. A longboat was washed into the deep seas by a lightning storm and barely any had a chance to cope with the newborn. A searat gallery was following us. Unaware where land was nearby, they had rations of bare bones. Lightning flashed with battering torrents of rain as the small crew was drifted by the waves, the oars useless by the swift current. I could hear the captain calling for the crew to get arms, well the 5 of what was left of the crew. The rest was either fallen by the searats, arrows, short spears and some went overboard. The supplies were narrowed to less than half a haversack and those were running out quick. The longboat was also partly fancy. It had a under chamber. I was taken beneath the trapdoor and covered in blankets. Next to me lay a short hachet, in case someone found me. As I waited and munched on a salty and seawashed crippled apple, I could hear roars. Some were vermin screaming, and some of my family. When I reconized my mother's scream, I was angry. One rat had discovered the trapdoor and was calling to his mates. The moment I saw the rat, I was frightened. I felt a spirit rise over me, and flinging hard, I drove the remains of the apple straight at him scoring big, he fell and hit another rat just coming down. The one lay slain and the other one was knocked senseless. Soon a brave mouse, dressed in full armor, wielding a sword that took my breath away appeared before my eyes, soon I was slashing ferociously with the small hatchet. A gap was forming and gallons of water came at me. Tossing the hatchet away, a parting blow, knocking down a rat with several short spears, ready to throw. I dived deep. I did not know how deep I was and I was also scared. As I used my rapidly failing strength, to swim, I accindently bumped into the hull of the searat galleon. Unconsious and drifting I was lonely carried to the shores of Mossflower country. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]