Jalpha wrote:On the blustery shores of a modest lake, forever drenched in murky twilight, a result of the towering pines all around, there was a town, nondescript... Peaceful.
It happened to be that on this day I was perusing a cookbook, salivating over the new recipes I beheld. Deep in concentration I had not noticed the approach of a party of natives, their numbers and the sounds of their movement concealed by the wind in the trees and the burbling of a nearby brook.
Startled from my reverie by the horrid screech and crash of the gate behind me giving way I spun, too late, they were upon me. Whirling wildly around me, their barbaric costumes a confusing swirl of hide and bared flesh punctuated brutally by sprays of my own blood.
I ran, or tried to, a gate ahead... Shut. I opened it and expired, one arm stretched forth towards life. An odd beam of light shone down, and my soul took its joyous flight, ecstatic to be freed from the bonds of life.
R.I.P. Jalpha
Missed by his only son.
I'm more of a picture person myself.
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MM Tribe
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