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Post by Beriadan on May 17, 2024 21:49:40 GMT
The settlement was sparse, on the verge of bring swallowed by the Wasteland and returned to the dirt. Danse held his laser rifle low, but ready, as he scanned the buildings. There had been rumours of survivors, a small band of people who had holed up here. Yet all was still and silent, the howling gales of the desolate world around the only voice to fill the air. Danse kept his breathing slow and calm as he walked with caution down the main street.
It was the same in most places. Settlements that tried to reclaim some sense of hope and normality were trodden down by the unjust, those who used their strength to climb higher and push the meek to the dirt. Danse saw it time and time again. Even word of the Horadrim, a group of like-minded people who tried to do good in the world, felt like empty whispers. Danse had yet to meet them, but he wondered how effective anyone could be against such reckless hate.
He paused, in the middle of a cross-section, ruins and crumbling buildings surrounding him, dust in the air as the winds continued to scream and cry about him. What else could he do, but continue to fight? Danse squeezed his fist tight as he turned, surveying his surroundings. What else could he do, but keep protecting everyone that he could?
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Post by Bixir on May 19, 2024 0:24:23 GMT
This town, whatever it was, had been, may yet be, was certainly more ruin than anything else. While evidence remained of the buildings and environment that proved there had been life here, there was little sign of that very life that he had been hoping to find. The air was thick with dread, to say nothing of the morbid stench and aught else that lingered here. Worse still, Danse could pick up on the fact that he was, somehow, somewhere, being watched. Then, out of seemingly nowhere - perhaps an unseen corner, from beyond the surrounding fog, or actually thin air - a strange figure emerged. They were humanoid, gaunt and tall, taller than even Danse. They were clad from head to toe in a ramshackle cloak that seamlessly veiled all distinguishing features. They held their hands out in a welcoming gesture, though remained as yet at a distance. When they spoke, it was with a dulcet, masculine tone. "Hello there. Are you new to this place, too?"
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