I was dressed in black, carrying a long sword in my hand and wearing skulls upon my knees. A small, childlike person carrying a shorter sword and a woman were also with me.
We came upon a swamp, dense enough to walk upon after one's feet had sank to a point where the muck was a little bellow the knees. Entering, a number of lanky creatures came up, and we launched into battle. I aimed my sword at their necks and chopped a number of their heads off, but the child that was with us couldn't bring himself to follow my example and began to cry, muttering something about his parents.
While this was happening, the woman had dissapeared into the swamp. We set off, walking in the swamp, the child continuing to cry.
Posted by Trevor Savage at November 22, 2003 11:24 AM