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Beregond · 05-12-2001, 01:23 PM

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Re: Threads combine

Beregond was now walking down a passage in the barrow. He had found some matches in his pack, and with the light of them, he could see a little around him.

He was really hungary, and he didn't have any food left in his pack.

He was in a tunnel of some sort, and it was dark, though a strange greenish light seemed to be all around him. He had been searching for awhile now, without making any progress. In one hand he clasped the strange stone he had found in his pack, in the other hand he held aloft the match.

Suddenly he tripped over something, and fell flat on the ground. His head hit the cold earth, hard. His match went out. He lay there, unconscious.

Still in his hand, the stone began to shine brightly.

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05-12-2001, 01:23 PM	#109
Beregond Playful Ghoul Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Ontario, Canada Posts: 1,251	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Wight Posts: 136</TD><TD><img src=http://members.attcanada.ca/~kind1/beregond.jpg WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> Re: Threads combine Beregond was now walking down a passage in the barrow. He had found some matches in his pack, and with the light of them, he could see a little around him. He was really hungary, and he didn't have any food left in his pack. He was in a tunnel of some sort, and it was dark, though a strange greenish light seemed to be all around him. He had been searching for awhile now, without making any progress. In one hand he clasped the strange stone he had found in his pack, in the other hand he held aloft the match. Suddenly he tripped over something, and fell flat on the ground. His head hit the cold earth, hard. His match went out. He lay there, unconscious. Still in his hand, the stone began to shine brightly. </p> __________________ "Hope and memory shall live still in some hidden valley where the grass is green."