*cough* *gasp*, noises emerge from the body crawling from the depths, straining to pull itself from the pile of rotting filth that is leftover elf parts the necro's didn't want anymore, many miles from civilization. The forumite crawls, dragging himself, to the small brook that flows nearby, blood oozing from the deep cut on his forehead. He stretches his face to the water, thinking "well, bollocks. I wish i had some booze, but water will have to do for now." He takes a long drink, then sits up, wiping his chin, just now realizing for clothes he has but a -lolcat leather sock- on his left foot. "Thank The Gods its summer here, or i'd be in a hell of a mess. By the way, where IS here anyway???!?!" He staggers to his feet, looking around, finally noticing the woman standing about 20 feet away, who appears to have come to gather wild herbs, evident by her large basket full of them. But since this almost naked forumite crawled out of the refuse pile, she seems to be infatuated by him. "Where am i?" askes the Naked Man. "why, this is necrothreat, dont you know where you are?" "I dont remember much, exept my name, bob. All i want now"-he begins swaying "is a beer, my hammer, and my pa-" Promptly passing out. The woman sighs, and dragges him into the fortress of Necrothreat. -OOC I have come out of the shadows! (after realizing this trash phone can do this) i would req a turn, but no definite laptop access atm. I have been a huge fan of DF for years, but never looked up the forum for it. i found necrothreat about a month ago, not realizing i can post on said wooden phone... I am necrnthreat's biggest shadow dwelling fan up till this point: now i shall pull myself up from the refuse pile!
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Topic: NecroThreat IV: Fortress for BFEL, God of Necromancy (Read 516705 times)