luy22
05-05-2006, 09:42 PM
The forests of the old world and that of the empire are very rough, full of bandits, bears, and who knows what else. This is the story of a nearly-fallen soldier attempting to find his way home...
Rick lay on the raft. All he could hear were the noises of birds chirping in the forests, and the babbling river his raft was floating on. It had been two hours since the skaven had surprise-attacked that village. He stretched, remembering the days of the chaos invasion not so long ago. Up on the walls of the city of the white wolf, battling an endless horde of chaos-worshippers. But all that was gone. Rick was now armyless. All he had were the clothes on his back, a pistol, and a sabre. He stretched and looked around. The river went on for hours, through nothing but thick forest...
<<More comin' soon>>
Rick lay on the raft. All he could hear were the noises of birds chirping in the forests, and the babbling river his raft was floating on. It had been two hours since the skaven had surprise-attacked that village. He stretched, remembering the days of the chaos invasion not so long ago. Up on the walls of the city of the white wolf, battling an endless horde of chaos-worshippers. But all that was gone. Rick was now armyless. All he had were the clothes on his back, a pistol, and a sabre. He stretched and looked around. The river went on for hours, through nothing but thick forest...
<<More comin' soon>>