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29/7/2012 Roleplay29/7/2012 Roleplay10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the group of adventurers continued to move down the vast corridor, they soon came to an incredibly large metal door, of standard Dwemer design. "This is the entrance to the main chamber, no doubt." Noga said, impressed at the entrance's size, "Hmm... Why do you suppose the door is so large? That is quite unusual, even by Dwemer standards. Perhaps they needed to bring large objects through here?"
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"We should be careful." said pif. "I heard stories about giant metal men guarding some of the ruins." she added as she looked at the door. Pif was standing close to the walls, and near dim lighting araes or in pure darkness. Her bow
4/11/2012 Roleplay4/11/2012 Roleplay9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an unusually windy day in western Morrowind. Morrowind always brought terrible memories to Noga's mind, making him relive them vividly. Still, since the Argonians invaded and conquered Morrowind following the eruption of Vvardenfell many years ago, Noga knew that he would not need to worry about the enslavement of his people ever again. Wearing a cloth wrap around his neck to keep the ashy air out of his gills, Noga waited outside an old Dunmer mine, peering inside curiously.
The Master Assassin had his hood up, walking through the ashen grounds. He spoke to the two companions he was traveling with. "This ash is going to be hell on
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