Drektor (prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp - Revision history

MOD-GSMOTTE: MOD-GSMOTTE moved page Drektor (Prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp to Drektor (prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp over redirect: Prime should be in lower case on a character page.

2022-04-17T04:15:20Z

MOD-GSMOTTE moved page Drektor (Prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp to Drektor (prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp over redirect: Prime should be in lower case on a character page.

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MERCEDES419: MERCEDES419 moved page Drektor (prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp to Drektor (Prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp

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MERCEDES419 moved page Drektor (prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp to Drektor (Prime)/Vignette: Part 1 The Swamp

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	The midday heat of the sun began blaring down between the canopy of the trees in the Lower Trollfang. Despite it only being spring, the temperatures were warm.		The midday heat of the sun began blaring down between the canopy of the trees in the Lower Trollfang. Despite it only being spring, the temperatures were warm.

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	The midday heat of the sun began blaring down between the canopy of the trees in the Lower Trollfang. Despite it only being spring, the temperatures were warm.		The midday heat of the sun began blaring down between the canopy of the trees in the Lower Trollfang. Despite it only being spring, the temperatures were warm.


	His misty grey eyes roamed over the landscape with a calculated glare. He hates this swamp, particularly this one. It extends as far out as he can see as he attempts to stay at its edge. Immediately he is thankful for the misty halo above his head that allows him to walk above the muck. It does nothing, however, to mask the stench, the humidity, or the insects that insist on eating him alive.		His misty grey eyes roamed over the landscape with a calculated glare. He hates this swamp, particularly this one. It extends as far out as he can see as he attempts to stay at its edge. Immediately he is thankful for the misty halo above his head that allows him to walk above the muck. It does nothing, however, to mask the stench, the humidity, or the insects that insist on eating him alive.


	Before long he finds what he is looking for. The structure where he became afflicted. Half the building collapsed by time, the rest overgrown with weeds, sure to be claimed by the swamp in a matter of time.		Before long he finds what he is looking for. The structure where he became afflicted. Half the building collapsed by time, the rest overgrown with weeds, sure to be claimed by the swamp in a matter of time.

⚫	Taking a hesitant breath, he opens the ajar door, the rotting wooden floor buckling under his heavy footsteps. Broken boards of what's left of the ceiling allow beams of sunlight to illuminate the shack. "There's nothing here..." ~~(maybe a facial reaction?)~~

		⚫	Taking a hesitant breath, he opens the ajar door, the rotting wooden floor buckling under his heavy footsteps. Broken boards of what's left of the ceiling allow beams of sunlight to illuminate the shack. ''"There's nothing here...''"
⚫	In the middle of the floor, there's a sign of a campfire showing whoever built the fire chose the floor over the crumbling fireplace. But judging by the remnants that was clearly ages ago. "I won't find answers here..."


		⚫	In the middle of the floor, there's a sign of a campfire showing whoever built the fire chose the floor over the crumbling fireplace. But judging by the remnants that was clearly ages ago. ''"I won't find answers here..."''


	Exiting the ruined structure, he momentarily forgets where he is and takes a deep breath of foul swamp air. His face contorts to a sneer--perhaps half for the stench and the other for finding no clues.		Exiting the ruined structure, he momentarily forgets where he is and takes a deep breath of foul swamp air. His face contorts to a sneer--perhaps half for the stench and the other for finding no clues.

⚫	Emerging from the swamp leaves him once again in a familiar environment, the Central Caravansary.

		⚫	Emerging from the swamp leaves him once again in a familiar environment, the Central Caravansary.
⚫	"Bandit territory..." Making a quick gesture with a single hand, he focuses on his Sigil of Offense and Defense as he continues southward.


		⚫	''"Bandit territory..."'' Making a quick gesture with a single hand, he focuses on his Sigil of Offense and Defense as he continues southward.

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The midday heat of the sun began blaring down between the canopy of the trees in the Lower Trollfang. Despite it only being spring, the temperatures were warm.

His misty grey eyes roamed over the landscape with a calculated glare. He hates this swamp, particularly this one. It extends as far out as he can see as he attempts to stay at its edge. Immediately he is thankful for the misty halo above his head that allows him to walk above the muck. It does nothing, however, to mask the stench, the humidity, or the insects that insist on eating him alive.

Before long he finds what he is looking for. The structure where he became afflicted. Half the building collapsed by time, the rest overgrown with weeds, sure to be claimed by the swamp in a matter of time.

Taking a hesitant breath, he opens the ajar door, the rotting wooden floor buckling under his heavy footsteps. Broken boards of what's left of the ceiling allow beams of sunlight to illuminate the shack. "There's nothing here..." (maybe a facial reaction?)

In the middle of the floor, there's a sign of a campfire showing whoever built the fire chose the floor over the crumbling fireplace. But judging by the remnants that was clearly ages ago. "I won't find answers here..."

Exiting the ruined structure, he momentarily forgets where he is and takes a deep breath of foul swamp air. His face contorts to a sneer--perhaps half for the stench and the other for finding no clues.

Emerging from the swamp leaves him once again in a familiar environment, the Central Caravansary.

"Bandit territory..." Making a quick gesture with a single hand, he focuses on his Sigil of Offense and Defense as he continues southward.