A dwarf, stout and beard matted.
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Yes, a dwarf.. The most technologically advanced of races on the continent, your people came from the ruined far west by now-unknown means. You look back into the mirror. Your stomach is looking less bloated than usual, your beard tangled and filthy from being imprisoned for so long. You remember little from before, only fleeting memories of a better life and a costly mistake. You turn away from the mirror. Your cell is painfully tight, furnished only by the mirror, the bed, and a small stool with a book upon it. What do you do? | Yes, a dwarf.. The most technologically advanced of races on the continent, your people came from the ruined far west by now-unknown means. You look back into the mirror. Your stomach is looking less bloated than usual, your beard tangled and filthy from being imprisoned for so long. You remember little from before, only fleeting memories of a better life and a costly mistake. You turn away from the mirror. Your cell is painfully tight, furnished only by the mirror, the bed, and a small stool with a book upon it. What do you do? | ||
| - | [[Look, for the thousandth time, for a way out]] | + | [[Look, for the thousandth time, for a way out.]] |
| - | [[Read the book titled "Sermons of the God-King Marikoth"]] | + | [[Read the book titled "Sermons of the God-King Marikoth".]] |
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| + | {{GehennaStatus|Position=Prisoner|Location=Prison of the God-King|Inventory=Nothing}} | ||
[[Category:Gehenna]] | [[Category:Gehenna]] | ||
Current revision as of 02:41, 8 December 2016
Yes, a dwarf.. The most technologically advanced of races on the continent, your people came from the ruined far west by now-unknown means. You look back into the mirror. Your stomach is looking less bloated than usual, your beard tangled and filthy from being imprisoned for so long. You remember little from before, only fleeting memories of a better life and a costly mistake. You turn away from the mirror. Your cell is painfully tight, furnished only by the mirror, the bed, and a small stool with a book upon it. What do you do?
Look, for the thousandth time, for a way out.
Read the book titled "Sermons of the God-King Marikoth".
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