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Submitted: 5 October 2000 Recent events by Zantiel Viskal (Crossing, Zoluren: Moliko 362)A familiar clunking noise follows a young paladin into the bar, the weight of his armor bearing down on him feverishly. "Allo Baresh, I heard someone was looking fer me." He sat down and shifted his weight, trying to gain balance sitting on the stool. "Aye there was, a young lass claiming ta be your daughter." His face gained a look similar to when a youth sees a monster for the first time, and he blinked without thought. "I...umm...well. A daughter ya say? How come I didnae know of this?" Baresh could only shrug at him. "How could ya know anyhow." The paladin eeked out a smile. "True, the only person I ever courted in my life turned out ta have serious backstabbing qualities, I ne're thought that family would come from it. I have serious provokations about this, and I am also doubting the raw facts of the matter. As unfortunate as this is, I am also going on a trip and the provinces as a whole will be left in my wake. My trip will take me beyond where anyone can find me. Tis long, maybe a year or more." Baresh looked at him with a look of discontent. "Ye should at least find out the whole story behind this claim, lad." "Aye, I plan too. But for now, tis little I can do, for I have to be away. The great beyond has a greater pull on me than the fine people of the provinces can hold." The Knight stood again, nearly falling. "Maybe when I come back I'll actually be able ta wear all this stuff." He grinned. Baresh chuckled and waved to him. "Be safe lad. Come back eventually." "Aye, I will. But ya never know. New monsters abouts." He grinned and exited with his clanks following him. Not 5 seconds after he left the bar Baresh heard a massive scrap of metal against the ground and the sound of cackling. Upon investigation, he found merely the shell armor of the lad, his body gone from the world. Soon after, his armor also dissappered into the void. Baresh retured to his bar and continued cleaning, the thoughts of another to be gone from the world swiriling in his head. |
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