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"In a dream from your childhood you remember playing hiding games with your young friends on a warm summer afternoon. You hide in your parents’ barn, sure you will not be found. Soon, the sweet smell of hay is replaced by a darker, sickly smell. You move deeper into the barn, only to stumble on the rotting corpses of your parents, their throats ripped out. You try to scream as your parents rise and pull you into an embrace."
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Hampusberglind
Sun 4 Oct 2009 17:17
Troru, tråkiga är att jag blev smittad närj ag mördade hela min klan i ett templequest. Så nu kan jag inte göra de två enstaka snoppquesten som raxle berne hade att ge mig. Så nu mördar jag skogsalver på nätterna.
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