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A Tale Within Home
Okay, my first story -- it'll probably suck, but hey might as well give it a try.
Okay, my first story -- it'll probably suck, but hey might as well give it a try.
I watched as Nero (an excellent marksman among many, he has extreme fortune and wealth.) approached the road. His butler came following him, something troubled Nero, I just sat and watched. His butler, Shiffy, said quickly "Sir...", but was quickly stopped. Nero turned to him and started to yell "Why would they do this?! What have I done?!". Shiffy, replied with "Don't shoot the messenger." Nero had lost it at this point, he moved his hand to his belt, drawing his Fysh Claw .43 and aiming it at Shiffy's head, repeatidly saying "Don't tell me who to shoot", his finger squeezed the trigger. The silver ball shot out of the .43 straight into Shiffy's head. The thunder-like sound from the pistol had made me twitch in fear. Shiffy's lifeless body fell limp to the ground. Nero had a short temper, and didn't care who he killed, but if he met someone like his wife Linda, he could be tamed. He much resembled Reaver, Terry Cotter and Wicker. I never saw Nero again, he had packed a few things and ran away. The Towns Guards showed up at his house, which he had burned down. Nero was 23 and I was 7 that day, that day I'll never forget. I'm 19 now and have a dog named Spike, I've traveled through-out all of Albion, even the Wraithmarsh...
Reaver: Alive | Location: Samarkand
Terry Cotter: Dead | Location: Cotter Cottage
Nero: Unknown | Location: Unknown
Wicker: Dead | Location: Unknown
Linda: Unknown | Location: Unknown
Reaver: Alive | Location: Samarkand
Terry Cotter: Dead | Location: Cotter Cottage
Nero: Unknown | Location: Unknown
Wicker: Dead | Location: Unknown
Linda: Unknown | Location: Unknown