A simple one and not with much voice acting yet. I couldn't record much as the walls are quite thing here and it's late. Woopsie.
Flynn
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Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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11 yrs ago
Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
11 yrs ago
Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
11 yrs ago
What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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It was cold up in the Drangazi mountains. Colder then it should be. People claimed it was the towers doing, that it had affected the weather ever since it stood there. Yet the cold hadn't discouraged adventures, looters and fortune seekers to go up into the mountains and enter the tower. Of course, none of them had ever returned. Why would this time be any different?
The snow crunches under Hargrims heavy boots as he slowly makes his way up the mountain path. He didn't like the cold. Which was weird considering his heritage. He was a dwarf! The mountains were supposed to be his home. But they hadn't been for a long time. Ever since he took up the job as mercenary, Hargrim has been all around the world. He had seen plenty of places that were much better then this oversized snow covered rock.
However, the thought of his payment warmed his bones a bit. Sure, he'd heard the tales of nobody ever returning from the tower. But those were amateurs. He was a professional mercenary. He has had worse jobs. This was just some coo-coo's wizards tower with too many complicated puzzles and obstacles. Luckily, Hargram was an expert at solving riddles. Sorry, did I say solving? I meant blowing up.
After another hour of walking, the top of the tower could finally be seen over the treetops. It was nothing special. Just a badly layered tile roof with red bricks and a chimney sticking out. The rest has to be more impressive he thought while looking at the red roof. But that wasn't the case.
It didn't take long before Hargrim finally emerged from the forest and entered a clearing. In the middle of that clearing... The Wizards Tower. "What... That's it? I expected something more after all these stories I'd heard." And Hargrim was right. The tower wasn't impressive at all. It was like any old tower. Made from gray bricks in a circular shape, build upwards, as was usually the case with towers.
And now Hargrim couldn't even enter the tower to flee from the cold piercing wind. Nope. He had orders to wait for five others. Only then were they allowed to enter the tower. He sits down on the boring looking stairway, leading up to the boring looking door and waits.
The snow crunches under Hargrims heavy boots as he slowly makes his way up the mountain path. He didn't like the cold. Which was weird considering his heritage. He was a dwarf! The mountains were supposed to be his home. But they hadn't been for a long time. Ever since he took up the job as mercenary, Hargrim has been all around the world. He had seen plenty of places that were much better then this oversized snow covered rock.
However, the thought of his payment warmed his bones a bit. Sure, he'd heard the tales of nobody ever returning from the tower. But those were amateurs. He was a professional mercenary. He has had worse jobs. This was just some coo-coo's wizards tower with too many complicated puzzles and obstacles. Luckily, Hargram was an expert at solving riddles. Sorry, did I say solving? I meant blowing up.
After another hour of walking, the top of the tower could finally be seen over the treetops. It was nothing special. Just a badly layered tile roof with red bricks and a chimney sticking out. The rest has to be more impressive he thought while looking at the red roof. But that wasn't the case.
It didn't take long before Hargrim finally emerged from the forest and entered a clearing. In the middle of that clearing... The Wizards Tower. "What... That's it? I expected something more after all these stories I'd heard." And Hargrim was right. The tower wasn't impressive at all. It was like any old tower. Made from gray bricks in a circular shape, build upwards, as was usually the case with towers.
And now Hargrim couldn't even enter the tower to flee from the cold piercing wind. Nope. He had orders to wait for five others. Only then were they allowed to enter the tower. He sits down on the boring looking stairway, leading up to the boring looking door and waits.
My deepest and most sincere apologies for not creating that intro! Internet was gone for almost the entire day! D:
TONIGHT IS THE TIME! I SWEAR IT BY.... SOME OF THE GODS!
Also, Hargrim isn't that ... bad, right? I'd say True Neutral at best. He'll do whatever you want! As long as you pay!
TONIGHT IS THE TIME! I SWEAR IT BY.... SOME OF THE GODS!
Also, Hargrim isn't that ... bad, right? I'd say True Neutral at best. He'll do whatever you want! As long as you pay!
@RabidAnubis You may. He did't respond in time, so welcome aboard!
@Guilty Spark It's not like I hold the rights for it. Go nuts I'd say.
Leaves rustle as Aidan makes his way through the thick vegetation as silent as possible. He hadn't lost sight of Val yet as she moved closer to the village, which was a good thing. The inhabitants of the village didn't seem to notice her yet. Either they were blind or Val could move very quietly. He shrugs and sits down behind a bush, tracking Val with his visor.
Suddenly a movement to his right catches his attention. He quickly draws his gun and aims at the spot he thought he had seen something. Nothing. What did he see anyway? Did he say movement earlier? No, that wasn't it. It was more like... a feeling. Someone or... something was watching him.
Feeling uneasy by the thought of turning his back to the forest, he decides to move further along the treeline, even though that meant losing visual of Valentisha...
Suddenly a movement to his right catches his attention. He quickly draws his gun and aims at the spot he thought he had seen something. Nothing. What did he see anyway? Did he say movement earlier? No, that wasn't it. It was more like... a feeling. Someone or... something was watching him.
Feeling uneasy by the thought of turning his back to the forest, he decides to move further along the treeline, even though that meant losing visual of Valentisha...
I caaaaaan't wait for it!
@DJAtomika My deepest apologies! Fallout 4 had me enthralled! I will type (and speak) something up tomorrow!
@Oni_ That is indeed a surprising high quality microphone for a telephone. Welcome! And a link is a link. Doesn't matter if it's vocaroo or soundcloud.
@Oni_ That is indeed a surprising high quality microphone for a telephone. Welcome! And a link is a link. Doesn't matter if it's vocaroo or soundcloud.
uuuuh... To be honest, I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'm one of those guys who just comes up with everything on the fly. Where we are now is just thanks to me having creative farts on occasions. I'd say, do the same! Surprise me!
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