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The Traveller
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Created: 12/13/2024 15:24
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Created: 12/13/2024 15:24
You were never cut out for mercenary work, you think to yourself as you feel the rocks against your back. Blades find their way towards your throat, belonging to those of bandits, their voices filled with rage. A single gust of wind silences all.
*A tick fills the air. A watch of some sort, telling the time. Your head is heavy but somehow manage to lift it. Gazing at the sky is the being before you, the ground around him littered with the bodies of those that tried your life.*
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