Bloodstain
12-07-2008, 01:18 PM
Im sure you guys know how this works! If you want to contact me about maybe a story you've written ill be happy to read it for consideration.
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Final View
The wind blew strong as a shadow appeared in the mist off Menethil Harbor. The sky was low and vision was poor. The rain whispered past the port masters face leaving trickles of purity along his beard. A quaint warms filled his Dwarven belly, he constantly tips up his inlying immunity to the shattering colds which blew ashore. He places his hipfask into his back pocket and alines his admirals hat, while walking away from the Inn and towards the waters edge. The wooden dock creeks as he walks towards the end of the pier. He squints, curious the what is being withdrawn from the fog. A large ship, blue... but not from paint or decoration, the vessel is covered with ice and snow. Blood drips down its side like a tree's roots.
As the ship settles next to the dock, the Port master rests his hand against the snow, his eyes turn to blood and his skin's colour withers. Hand now frozen to the ship a door opens beside him and several men step out, embrassed by shadow. One of these men appeared to be there leader, he stood tall with long white hair. A red cloth wrapped around his eyes. He wore a Black velvet outfit with plated leather gloves. He steps towards the Dwarf and rasies his hand behind his back. A long sound of friction is heard as he draws a black sword, its red rune inscripts glow as the blade is rested on the Dwarfs wrist. The blade hisses as it burns through the Port masters skin, to terrifide to respond the dwarf stands as if blessed by the Halcyon. The mans dry lips stand lifelessness a whisper is heard in the dwarfs head.
"Frost got your tongue?"
A crackled smile splays across the swordsman's face...
http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r209/Primalwolvesproductions/finalview.jpg
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Final View
The wind blew strong as a shadow appeared in the mist off Menethil Harbor. The sky was low and vision was poor. The rain whispered past the port masters face leaving trickles of purity along his beard. A quaint warms filled his Dwarven belly, he constantly tips up his inlying immunity to the shattering colds which blew ashore. He places his hipfask into his back pocket and alines his admirals hat, while walking away from the Inn and towards the waters edge. The wooden dock creeks as he walks towards the end of the pier. He squints, curious the what is being withdrawn from the fog. A large ship, blue... but not from paint or decoration, the vessel is covered with ice and snow. Blood drips down its side like a tree's roots.
As the ship settles next to the dock, the Port master rests his hand against the snow, his eyes turn to blood and his skin's colour withers. Hand now frozen to the ship a door opens beside him and several men step out, embrassed by shadow. One of these men appeared to be there leader, he stood tall with long white hair. A red cloth wrapped around his eyes. He wore a Black velvet outfit with plated leather gloves. He steps towards the Dwarf and rasies his hand behind his back. A long sound of friction is heard as he draws a black sword, its red rune inscripts glow as the blade is rested on the Dwarfs wrist. The blade hisses as it burns through the Port masters skin, to terrifide to respond the dwarf stands as if blessed by the Halcyon. The mans dry lips stand lifelessness a whisper is heard in the dwarfs head.
"Frost got your tongue?"
A crackled smile splays across the swordsman's face...
http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r209/Primalwolvesproductions/finalview.jpg