Mahandronis
Infantry
"If I were any better at holding a sword, I'd cut my hands off for the insurance."
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Post by Mahandronis on Jul 27, 2005 10:36:21 GMT -5
The dark and damp ground made an unsettling squelch as heavy black boots tramped it down. The local frogs, insecets, and other small animals scurried out of the way of the girl as she trod slowly through the marsh. Peering through the gloom, she made out a rather large pool of water, its surface rippled by soft raindrops.
Oh? . . . Oh. Pond.
The girl slowly approached it, brushing her messy hair from her face. She peered down at it and considered her options.
Ignore? . . . No. Swim? . . . No. Drink? . . . Drink.
She stooped down and lifted a handful of water to her face. As she poured it into her mouth, she could feel her body's incredible immune system already weeding out the toxic spores and hazardous chemicals that would have meant death for anyone not a swamp native.
Now where?
Standing again, the girl looked around her. Every place seemed the same from where she stood.
Mahandronis . . . Must find Mahandronis. Yeeeeeah.
She slowly began circling the edge of the pond.
Think someone will have to tell me where he is . . . mmm. People.
She sighed heavily.
I suppose it can't be helped.
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