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Ebon Crusade 4
He begun dragging me out of the cell, making sure he ran me into anything and everything he possibly could. I showed no weakness and just let him pull me around. The ground was by no means smooth, it was covered in bumps and rocks, which all hurt as he dragged my legs over them.
He slowed his pace as we came to two very large doors, they were covered in blue and gold symbols. They were so massive that they gave the soldier a bit of trouble as he tried to open them with one hand.
The doors finally gave way, slowly creaking open. The light flooded into the dark dungeon, As he pulled me in, I saw the worried faces of many other prisoners
Ebon Crusade 3
The banging of bars was all that I could hear. The annoyance finally drove me to opening my eyes.
I sat up and checked my surroundings, making sure I was indeed alive.
Tall concrete walls surrounded me on all sides, except for one that was completely formed from many vertical bars. I examined them carefully. There were many cuts in them, slashes, from files? I looked at the floor beneath me, there were words scratched into the floor. It was in the orcish language.. Help me I dont want to die here But one caught my eye If I die, I die for honor. Loktar ogar! There was blood stains arou
Ebon Crusade 2
The scourge had caught up with me now, they rapped their claws on the metal exo-skeleton of the gnomish battle tank.
Dammit! I knew I should have learned goblin engineering instead of this Gnomish crap! I looked back at Shaathun who was confidently readying himself for an unplanned attack. My eyes drifted up towards the hatch and I felt my subconscious usher me towards the latch. Without even thinking, I yanked on the latch, but the hatch would not budge. They must have piled onto the top. I groaned and sank down into the seat.
Shaathun placed one of his antennae on my shoulder.
I smiled slightly, trying to reassure him t
Ebon Crusade 1
The air was rancid with the stench of death as I jammed a make-shift key into the ignition slot. I closed my eyes hopefully as I turned the key ever so slowly.
My hopes were granted as the engine roared to life. A long sigh escaped my lips as I closed the top hatch of the tank. There were a few pounds on the sides of the vehicle, but I paid no mind to the clatter.
I took a quick breath and then slammed my foot on the gas peddle. The contraption lurched forwards, it leaned up, Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!, then it turned down.
CRAP! You sacks of flesh had better not of gotten my ride all gory! I grumbled to the blank minded zombie
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