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Story Line:
"Pass me the wine."
Leover places his hand on the arm of a chair.
"Don't you think you've had enough for today?"
Kara'mos smiles in delight.
"Don't tell me how much i should be drinking." He grins, only if Leover knew what he was up to, then he would understand what this meant to him.
"How long do you think you'll spend on this?" Asks Leover.
"How long do you think I'll be at it?" Kara'mos sits on an old rocking chair next to a burning fire.
"Well, with the rate you've been going at it: At least another year?"
"Another year?" Kara'mos stands up. "Another year!" I don't think you understand how delecet this matter is. Don't you remember when they came and took over our village? I remember the stench of death was horrifying..." Kara'mos waits for a response. "Well, do you?" Leover looks down, picks up an old, dusty wine bottle and pops it open. He slowly pours it in a glass for Kara'mos.
"Yes, yes i do, very vagely." He replys. Kara'mos sits back down on the rocking chair, lites yet another candle.
"It's cold at these nights." Kara'mos puts a blanket over his legs."Just like the night they came."
"Yes, i recall, it was very cold."
"Cold as his blood, if only i knew why he would of done this." Kara'mos sits up with his back straight and starts to rock in the chair whilst writing down some notes. "They came wave by wave, herds of them, no soul left in them, no heart---"
"They had nothing."
"But managed to take everything we had..." Leover pours another glass of wine, only for him this time and hands over the other one to Kara'mos. Kara'mos continues with what happend after taking a sip of his favorite wine... "They were horrible, flames every where, citizens crying, baby's running around, playing with swords and cross bows, playing with their parents dead bodies only to find out they were dead." Kara'mos looks up to a high on the wall. A painting of the scene, mostly flames and black sky, very dull indead. "They came one by one, we were lucky to escape." Kara'mos has a flash back.
"Kara'mos, are you OK?" Asks leover.
"You should be asking: Is he OK?" Kara'mos walks to the brown door, across the wooden floor boards and turns the door knob slowly.
"Where are you going?" Leover waited anoushly.
"Don't worry, make sure they don't take you away like they did to your mother." Kara'mos walked out, leaving Leover to live his life, kara'mos was out for revenge.
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Story Line Part: Two...
Leover looks down at the floor boards and sits in the arm chair. "If only i was brave like him, i would be able to help him." Sighed Leover. A heavy bang at the door, Leover drags himself to the door, he turned the door knob and remeberd the stench of the horrifying attack something did. Leover quickly turns the door knob, only to find his long-lost friend, a beat down lower ranked citizen was standing at the front door.
"Well. Won't you let me in?" He asked.
"Alexzander! Is, is that really you?" Alexzander smiled.
"Is this how you always treat your fellow comrades?" Leover smiled.
"Come in, let me pour you a glass of wine." Leover helped him in, he didn't want Alexzander to see the paper work on the desk, he sat Alex on another chair away from Kara'mos's work.
"Where's Kara'mos?" Alexzander asked.
"He's gone." Leover looked down, Alexzander knew that face, he was disappointed. Leover walked over to get a glass to pour some wine.
"Gone?" Alex asked.
"Yes, he just left here a minute ago."
"Did he say anything about where he was going?" leover took a sip of the wine he poured earlier.
"Well did he?"
"Not that i can recall." Leovers passes the wine glass to Alex.
"By the hairs on Balthazars chin..."
"What?"
"The glass, it's all dusty."
"Get use to it, Kara'mos has been work-" Leover stopped only to realise that he was going down the wrong road.
"Well?"
"Nothing. Just drink your wine."
"Somethings going on, you were saying that he was busy." Leover blew out a candle."
"It's just that, i made a mistake, i was meant to say that he was working on a plan to get us out of here."
Leover sat back down and took another sip of the wine. The feel in the room was so uncomftibal that Alexzander knew something was wrong, that wasn't what Kara'mos was up to. Alex downed the wine.
"You know, i know when you're liying to me. I can feel that you are. Why won't you tell me the truth?"
"Look, lets get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning-"
"No, tell me now, i didn't just walk for the past two days for nothing you know!" Alexzander's face was begining to turn red, Leover blew out all the candles.
"We'll talk in the morning. OK?" Leover was hopin that Alex would forget the whole thing the next day.
"Fine, but i won't forget about this. I know what you're like, always trying to get away rom what is really true. Arn't you? Eh?"
"You---"
"Look, i'm tired. let's get some sleep and i'll take a fast spounge bath, i can't stand the smell."
"You're fault you didn't fix that chariet i kept telling you to fix." Leover started to smile in delight, he knows that he's going to enjoy the compny of Alex. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, sleep tight." repliyed Alex.
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Alexzander wakes up, only to find an absent Leover, Alex wasn't surprised, he stands up on both feet, walks towards a small window on the other side of the room, he then looks out side and yells:
"Leover, Leover, i'll find you, by the name of, Balthazar, I'll find you!" A large figure appeared, it looked like it had hunch back, brown cloth wrapped around his neck and a large grin.
"Leover went west of here at sun rise, he said that he had something far important to do, he told me to hand you this." It was a cloth with a pattern on it, no pictures, just plain with the occasional stain on it.
"What's this?" Asked Alex. "Who are you?" The large figure disappears into the darkness, Alex opens the cloth only to find nothing was in it, not even a trace of where Leover had gone to. Alex looked up to the window. "Wait, don't go, i need to talk to you! Who are you? Tell me! Or are you a coward?" Alex runs out of the small house, running past the wondering and wounded villagers, he notices a man, tall, dark skinned, a white beard and well built. The man looks up at Alex and grabs his attention.
"If you're looking for Leover he went South of here."
Alex stopped and looked down at the man, he stood up and put a hammer down on top of the anvil.
"Sorry?" Asked Alex. The tall man walked towards Alex.
"He went South of here into the woods."
"I was told he went West, who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Pass me the wine."
Leover places his hand on the arm of a chair.
"Don't you think you've had enough for today?"
Kara'mos smiles in delight.
"Don't tell me how much i should be drinking." He grins, only if Leover knew what he was up to, then he would understand what this meant to him.
"How long do you think you'll spend on this?" Asks Leover.
"How long do you think I'll be at it?" Kara'mos sits on an old rocking chair next to a burning fire.
"Well, with the rate you've been going at it: At least another year?"
"Another year?" Kara'mos stands up. "Another year!" I don't think you understand how delecet this matter is. Don't you remember when they came and took over our village? I remember the stench of death was horrifying..." Kara'mos waits for a response. "Well, do you?" Leover looks down, picks up an old, dusty wine bottle and pops it open. He slowly pours it in a glass for Kara'mos.
"Yes, yes i do, very vagely." He replys. Kara'mos sits back down on the rocking chair, lites yet another candle.
"It's cold at these nights." Kara'mos puts a blanket over his legs."Just like the night they came."
"Yes, i recall, it was very cold."
"Cold as his blood, if only i knew why he would of done this." Kara'mos sits up with his back straight and starts to rock in the chair whilst writing down some notes. "They came wave by wave, herds of them, no soul left in them, no heart---"
"They had nothing."
"But managed to take everything we had..." Leover pours another glass of wine, only for him this time and hands over the other one to Kara'mos. Kara'mos continues with what happend after taking a sip of his favorite wine... "They were horrible, flames every where, citizens crying, baby's running around, playing with swords and cross bows, playing with their parents dead bodies only to find out they were dead." Kara'mos looks up to a high on the wall. A painting of the scene, mostly flames and black sky, very dull indead. "They came one by one, we were lucky to escape." Kara'mos has a flash back.
"Kara'mos, are you OK?" Asks leover.
"You should be asking: Is he OK?" Kara'mos walks to the brown door, across the wooden floor boards and turns the door knob slowly.
"Where are you going?" Leover waited anoushly.
"Don't worry, make sure they don't take you away like they did to your mother." Kara'mos walked out, leaving Leover to live his life, kara'mos was out for revenge.
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Story Line Part: Two...
Leover looks down at the floor boards and sits in the arm chair. "If only i was brave like him, i would be able to help him." Sighed Leover. A heavy bang at the door, Leover drags himself to the door, he turned the door knob and remeberd the stench of the horrifying attack something did. Leover quickly turns the door knob, only to find his long-lost friend, a beat down lower ranked citizen was standing at the front door.
"Well. Won't you let me in?" He asked.
"Alexzander! Is, is that really you?" Alexzander smiled.
"Is this how you always treat your fellow comrades?" Leover smiled.
"Come in, let me pour you a glass of wine." Leover helped him in, he didn't want Alexzander to see the paper work on the desk, he sat Alex on another chair away from Kara'mos's work.
"Where's Kara'mos?" Alexzander asked.
"He's gone." Leover looked down, Alexzander knew that face, he was disappointed. Leover walked over to get a glass to pour some wine.
"Gone?" Alex asked.
"Yes, he just left here a minute ago."
"Did he say anything about where he was going?" leover took a sip of the wine he poured earlier.
"Well did he?"
"Not that i can recall." Leovers passes the wine glass to Alex.
"By the hairs on Balthazars chin..."
"What?"
"The glass, it's all dusty."
"Get use to it, Kara'mos has been work-" Leover stopped only to realise that he was going down the wrong road.
"Well?"
"Nothing. Just drink your wine."
"Somethings going on, you were saying that he was busy." Leover blew out a candle."
"It's just that, i made a mistake, i was meant to say that he was working on a plan to get us out of here."
Leover sat back down and took another sip of the wine. The feel in the room was so uncomftibal that Alexzander knew something was wrong, that wasn't what Kara'mos was up to. Alex downed the wine.
"You know, i know when you're liying to me. I can feel that you are. Why won't you tell me the truth?"
"Look, lets get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning-"
"No, tell me now, i didn't just walk for the past two days for nothing you know!" Alexzander's face was begining to turn red, Leover blew out all the candles.
"We'll talk in the morning. OK?" Leover was hopin that Alex would forget the whole thing the next day.
"Fine, but i won't forget about this. I know what you're like, always trying to get away rom what is really true. Arn't you? Eh?"
"You---"
"Look, i'm tired. let's get some sleep and i'll take a fast spounge bath, i can't stand the smell."
"You're fault you didn't fix that chariet i kept telling you to fix." Leover started to smile in delight, he knows that he's going to enjoy the compny of Alex. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, sleep tight." repliyed Alex.
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Alexzander wakes up, only to find an absent Leover, Alex wasn't surprised, he stands up on both feet, walks towards a small window on the other side of the room, he then looks out side and yells:
"Leover, Leover, i'll find you, by the name of, Balthazar, I'll find you!" A large figure appeared, it looked like it had hunch back, brown cloth wrapped around his neck and a large grin.
"Leover went west of here at sun rise, he said that he had something far important to do, he told me to hand you this." It was a cloth with a pattern on it, no pictures, just plain with the occasional stain on it.
"What's this?" Asked Alex. "Who are you?" The large figure disappears into the darkness, Alex opens the cloth only to find nothing was in it, not even a trace of where Leover had gone to. Alex looked up to the window. "Wait, don't go, i need to talk to you! Who are you? Tell me! Or are you a coward?" Alex runs out of the small house, running past the wondering and wounded villagers, he notices a man, tall, dark skinned, a white beard and well built. The man looks up at Alex and grabs his attention.
"If you're looking for Leover he went South of here."
Alex stopped and looked down at the man, he stood up and put a hammer down on top of the anvil.
"Sorry?" Asked Alex. The tall man walked towards Alex.
"He went South of here into the woods."
"I was told he went West, who are you? What are you doing here?"
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