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ManaThere was a legend. Well, more like a rumor spread by some kid in Baska that had snot dripping from his nose constantly. While his word couldn't be taken too seriously, it seemed like it was worth checking out. So in other words, that was why Geb was standing in the middle of the hills at 6 PM on an evening, next to the signpost that pointed to Oak. His staff in his hand, he was prepared to meet these legends. Only 30 more minutes.. he admittedly got here a bit early just so he wouldn't miss anything.
You see, the legend, or rumor, had told of a group of 5 bandits with skeletal bodies who roamed during the night in the baskan hills. They would attack anyone who came by the Oak Signpost. That was indeed how the story went, and it seemed some people in Baska believed it. So, Geb wanted to 1: Fight these bandits, 2: Kill them, 3: Investigate their bodies for anything interesting and 4: Perhaps put their remains up in their art gallery if they were some special magical abomination and actually were undead. Skeletons in his gallery... that would be cool. Would attract a lot of visitors, too.
Of course, the rumor had a 99% chance to be false. But that didn't stop Geb from sitting next to the signpost and waiting. After all, he had nothing else better to do, right?
Geb sat with his legs open, his hands between them, whistling as he bopped his head to the tune he was creating. The evening was illuminated by the bright falling sun, and the temperature was a bit warmer than usual, though there was some wind.
Geb couldn't help but wonder.. perhaps he was not the only one that had heard of this little rumor?
You see, the legend, or rumor, had told of a group of 5 bandits with skeletal bodies who roamed during the night in the baskan hills. They would attack anyone who came by the Oak Signpost. That was indeed how the story went, and it seemed some people in Baska believed it. So, Geb wanted to 1: Fight these bandits, 2: Kill them, 3: Investigate their bodies for anything interesting and 4: Perhaps put their remains up in their art gallery if they were some special magical abomination and actually were undead. Skeletons in his gallery... that would be cool. Would attract a lot of visitors, too.
Of course, the rumor had a 99% chance to be false. But that didn't stop Geb from sitting next to the signpost and waiting. After all, he had nothing else better to do, right?
Geb sat with his legs open, his hands between them, whistling as he bopped his head to the tune he was creating. The evening was illuminated by the bright falling sun, and the temperature was a bit warmer than usual, though there was some wind.
Geb couldn't help but wonder.. perhaps he was not the only one that had heard of this little rumor?
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