




"The sorrow of the Hills that cry the name of Dana rocks you to your knees"
So, forget this, I'm heading back home where its nice and warm and safe.
Almost there...
Ahh, and I am home! All the milk you could drink, all the meat you could eat, this place is paradise.
Of course, after laying around eating for a few hours I feel the urge to hunt and kill. But if I'm gunna go into that forest again, then I'll need to practice my skills. Have at thee training dummy!




1 comment:
Heh heh. Fun stuff. You're making me nostalgic for moon gates and all things Lord British.
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