The Air was cold, as the sun was begining to rise on the Keep of Karamoon.
Nikolas was out side of the walls, seen servaying the damage at the bridge. Little did he know he was being watched from the waters below.
A soft breeze blows, bringing the sound of footsteps. Nik turns, drawing his sword, but does not see anything. The air begins to fill with a lure-song of the Mer. Nik trys to shake off the feeling, fighting it, swinging at the air, but is over come and succumbs to the Mers power.
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Posted on December 15, 2008 at 11:13pm — 8 Comments
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Hey lon beard where are you?
Ho Ho Ho......Merry Xmass Nik!! enjoy the gathering with family, and little Eve ofcourse!!!