Post by QwertyuiopThePie on Sept 30, 2012 9:49:02 GMT
I donated, asked for a story, this is what I got.
The knight pulled the sword from his belt, but that didn’t scare the goblin at all. Many knights and heroes had come to this place seeking fame and fortune. All that remained of them was a pile of skulls out front and the fading memories in the hearts of their loved ones. There was a curse on this dungeon and everyone knew it. But without risk, how could there be reward?
“Step aside,” said Sir Alnar, “or I will cut you down.”
“What do you great warriors and such want with this old cave anyway?” asked the goblin.
“The dragon must die,” said Alnar.
“Why didn’t you say so?” asked the goblin. “Saves me the trouble of killing you myself.”
Alnar watched the goblin out of the corner of his eye as he went inside. The evil ones sure were confident of themselves. Glowing eyes watched from the shadows as the knight descended into the depths.
Doubt. The nemesis of every paladin lurked in the dark corners of his own mind. Why did the servants of the evil one take the knight into his presence so armed? This had to be a trick. But it was too late to turn back now. Twisting corridors gave way to a great vaulted chamber.