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The Nameless Tale - Chapter 3Chapter 3: Leaving Gray Town
He would never quite remember what happened after that, but when he awoke the next morning he was laying on the floor of the Inn, with a contract and a small pouch, containing ten silver as a symbol of good faith, in his hand. When most of the hangover had been cured by a sturdy breakfast of two quarts of the outhouse beer, he was able to read most of the contract, apparently signed by himself and the Mayor. In short it stated that he was hired by the town to take care of the dark forces that had terrorized the town as long as anyone could remember. Upon completion he would receive a reward of 40 silver and whatever bounty he might find in "the Dark Fortress". After reading the contract Sendin extended his breakfast to four quarts of beer before he could bring himself to look at it again.
"By the damn wrench that forced me into thi
The Nameless Tale - Chapter 2Chapter 2: Entering Gray Town
The "city wall" was hardly higher than a full grown man, and if you were riding you could easily gaze over it. The houses were no more than two stories and all built in the same dull gray stone, crowned with straw roofs, now silvery of age. The man made a disgusted face but then straightened where he sat.
"Hardly worth wasting it on… " He muttered. From a pouch in his belt he picked up a small greenish pearl and examined it. "Four left… by the gods why did we ever leave the South Middy?" The horse did not answer him and he sighed. "Because there's a price on my head that's why you stupid mule… " The horse blew some air out her nose but otherwise just kept moving towards the gate that hung crooked on it's hinges. "Fine then… " He glared at the mare then popped the green pearl into his mouth and quickly swallowed it.
The Nameless Tale - Chapter 1Chapter 1: Captured
The old wagon rocked and bounced over the uneven dirt road, noisily complaining with a cacophony of squeaking- and snapping noises. The shabby, black mare's ears flexed nervously in the cool air of the twilight. Her hooves slowly trotted forward, only moving faster when sped up by the crack of the man's whip. But they had traveled for a long time and the patched up wagon was loaded heavy. The bony creature soon lost her speed and resumed the ever so slow trot up the ugly hill that was one of many making up an even uglier scenery. The soil was as black as the mare's mane and ever so often a rock or cliff would break through the surface like ragged fins of sea monsters surfing the rolling waves of a dark sea. There were trees and grass but everything seemed withered and dying. The grass was whispering with a thousand dry voices as an occasional breeze would move over the ground, stirring the gnarly old branches of the trees, too weak to even bear a si
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