Two (or 3 or 4, lol) Word Story V.2

[Rogue Angel]

sorry rog... i've been slackin, i know... lol... *smooooches*... don't worry, i will contribute again soon... [img]wink.gif[/img]

<font color="#9DB68C" size="1">[ January 18, 2007 07:20 PM: Message edited by: Rogue Angel ]</font>

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Petyr reached behind the stone and grabbed his pack and staff, he then fell into step beside the seeker as he started his tale.
"When I was but a wee lad, my father was killed by a band of maurading bandits, They came to steal our livestock and kidnap young maidens for the slave trade. My mother took me and we hid in the rafters of our little smoke house. She held me tightly as two of them came in and grabbed several hams and smoked fowl, never glancing up.
We stayed up there for hours until the fighting and noize died down. My mother & I climbed down and looked out into the common area and saw all of the menfolk dead along with several old women who had come to their aid. Our eyes filled with tears as we looked upon the carnage.
My mother grabbed what few belongings they hadn't destroyed and we headed toward the Wizards Den, along the foothills of the Zerep mountains. Once there and after hearing my mothers tale, they agreed to take me on as an apprentice....