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SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:25 pm
Rorrow sighed as he flapped out the bag. Cringing as the sounds seemed to echo. He took a few more deep breaths before smiling as he thought of his favorite fantasy. Lord of The Rings. Smiling to himself he pictured his current situation as Fangorn Forest. He flicked on the flashlight smiling as he thought of it as a medieval torch. He looked around as he picked his path. He was Legolas, the fair minded young elfin prince. The one with the good hair...
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 3 6-sided dice:
5, 6, 5
Total: 16 (3-18)
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:29 pm
He started his trek to the Dining Hall, it wasn't the forest anymore. Now he was in the Mines of Moria...hopfully there was no giant flaming hellbeastie here...
Oh he hoped so...shining his light around the youth started to shift through things. Why oh why did the engineering students make the lighting so bad. It only added to the deep shadows which looked like orcs or goblins. He shivered...those nasty things were preferable over the Undying...
As he moved around his light caught the glint of the dinner trays. Oh hey...he walked over to them. Shifting through he smiled. These would be a good last ditch shield...maybe a sled for a quick getaway if the terrain was forgiving enough. He saw the stack was rather large so he helped himself to a little more than he had in mind. Standing the youth let his light wander over the nearby tables. Catching the glint of a zipper he tilted his head as he walked closer. A bag...
Bending down he picked up a small carry on, opening it he paused. Okay...change of...clothes...he closed the bag. Then went on to finish his task.
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:26 pm
Walking onward he looked around for his next area of choice. Rorrow found his way into the Gym Locker room...oh...oh no. He wasn't in the nice mythical places of the Shire or the amazing Forests...nope.
He was in the Hall of Gondor. Facing down the shadow of the Steward who tormented everyone. He slunk along. Keeping himself small in case one of the surviving jocks were in here reminiscing. He took a few deep breaths as he walked. His light casting ghostly shadows around. He really didn't want to be here...
Best be quick.
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 1, 5
Total: 9 (3-18)
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:15 pm
His light fell on...a half opened locker. He inched closer and slowly opened it. Bracing himself he retched at the smell that hit his nose. Oh great words of Tolkien what was...he looked at the socks and shorts in there. Ick. He knew that if they were properly cleaned they were reusable. Right now however...nope. He dropped them in his bag to take them back to the others. He was so not keeping those.
As he turned Rorrow felt his foot tap against something. Hearing a soft clatter follow it he turned his light beam down and let out a soft coo of delight. Notebooks and pens were rare. He leaned down to pick them up and put them in the carry-on. Thinking he opened one notebook to see the scribbles of a female student..random hearts with her initials and her crushes littered the inside of the cover. His eyes softened as he muttered a silent prayer for the two mystery students. Standing he looked around some more. Spotting paperwork he smiled brightly.
That would be great for a communal fire or two. He walked over and put them in the bag with the trays. Walking back to the collection table. He set down the bag and flashlight. The carry-on settled next to his usual messenger bag was overlooked and he went back to his dorm room.
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