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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:51 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:55 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:05 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:09 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:11 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 7:51 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:09 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:21 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:30 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:39 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:10 am
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Firion took out a key that hung on a silver chain around his neck, and cleared away gathered moss from a keyhole on his mother's epitaph, and pushed it in, and twisted. the epitaph rose, and then parted ways, revealing an old weathered box. On the face of the box it read:
"speak the words of the wise man or suffer the vengeance for disturbing those who lie in wait to fight again," and then the box opened revealing the treasure that Firion sought. a long chain with sharpened pendulum weights on both ends. An unorthodox weapon that his father used. Firion stood back, and breathed deeply, calmly, and took the chain, and then said the words he was told as a child to memorize.
"Clatu, Verattah.....ahh chhooooo!!!!!" before he could finish the words he sneezed and fell backward. tha chain was out of it's cradle and in firion's hand, and the damage had been done.His mother's epitaph closed up immediately, and then blood oozed from the stone writing the words,
Dead by dawn
soldiers began to rise from their graves to dispose of the "grave robber", while Firion lay on the cold ground, up against a head stone, hopping to make it out of here alive. he hopped to his feet and started to run, near an area with the least amount of undead.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:23 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:35 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:03 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:24 am
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One of the undead raised a decayed finger pointing in firion's direction.
"That dumbass didn't say the words right and now he's got a curse on his head," replied the undead which turned out to be his father. Firion hopped the wall when he recognized his father's voice. "Dad?!! You too?" he exclaimed.
"cuuurrrsed!!!!" yelled an undead woman next to his undead father. "we still love you honey,"
"..... hi mom....," he said in a low tone.
"honey, your hair is so long, why can't you get it cut?" she asked.
"Arge, now you're just embarrising him," replied his father.
Firion, now sitting o the wall, in short temper.
" Hey mom, dad, you guys wouldn't happen to know how to be rid of thie curse would ya?" he asked.
" well, if you can live through the night, the curse usually passes by dawn. We expected any grave robbers that tried to steal the chain wouldn't be able to make it past all the soldiers ya see?" his dad replied.
"it's not exactly our choice at this point son, even if you gave us the chain back we'd still have to eat you,"
"...great.." Firion replied.
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