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Fantasy ~ FableWood ~

Four days of traveling around the vast hot desert wasn't where garret had in mind. After hearing about the heroes of the fables doing a lot of bizarre things he decided to why not and give himself a reason to clear his damn fable story and show a new him. Well it comes with a cost as Garret to the city Zurzura and found that they hadn't returned in awhile. Garret was of course felt annoyed that no one had a exact location of where they were, so he decided to use whatever clues or help he could get and left to venture the sandy dunes. After awhile he found himself in a sandstorm and completely lost, he was completely full of scarves which now he looked like a sweaty mess. Not sure why he thought it was a good idea to look for a bunch of fables he doesn't even know what they look like other then depending on drawings of them, one of the drawings showed a dragon....."HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO FIND A DRAGON IN THIS STORM!" He yelled out.


He continued to walk blindly into the sandstorm and found something rather off. In the distance he could've sworn he heard voices. "I swear if this turns out to be ghost or natives." He grumbles to himself and continues forward and spots a person being surrounded by some undead freaks........"eeeeh it's not natives at least." He slowly approaches the horde of undead and kneels down and covers himself in order to avoid sucking sand. He breathes slowly, then suddenly he could feel his lungs and chest expanding and started to suck a large quantity of air. He held his breath and with the combined force of the sand storm and his breath, he blew with all his might. Several of the undead started to lose there balance and eventually several of them were either sent flying or fell on the ground and being pushed back, clasping on to anything they could hold on. It had been awhile since garret blew something away....except that one time he sneezed down a barn.


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Achyls looked coldly at Kallin, her eyes wide with confusion.


"Silver!?" She yelled frustratedly, "where will I find silver!?"


Her strength was dwindling, and she soon found herself bracing for the moment when the forcefield broke. When that time came, she could make a dash to the stall Kallin gestured to. She could only hope he was right in his assumptions.


Suddenly, the sand buffeted her once again, giving her the signal to run. With haste, Achyls made her way to the stall, and began searching through piles of Djinn treasure. None of the civilians seemed to care, for it appeared fear was their only emotion. From inside a small box, she felt a harsh prick upon the palm of her hand, and drew out the dagger with the other. The blade was not the same as usual, it's colour and feeling were much different.


Hurrying back to the others, she thrust the dagger to Kallin, hoping he could tell if this were what he meant.


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