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The Story Teller

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“The Pilgrim, I've seen you before, many blessings honored guest”
“save your blessings you will need them 'Turk', I come with the most argent of messages, Belmont son of Belmont is dead, and this birthright must be delivered to his children there salvation and yours depend on it” the traveler drops the sack at his feet as well as a smaller one containing jowls not easily counted by the monk. “Bring wine and courage you will need booth, take my horse, to make it over the mountains and through the marsh, but do so with all hast for the devil herself comes from just over that ridge!”
The monk looks in the sack and sees only chain and a moldy book
“Two children, the whip for the boy, the book for the girl, know go, the Devil is coming and I have not the magic or strength enough to stop her.”
The monk fallows orders well; The Traveler walks only a hand full of paces away and draws his sword. The monk stairs in admiration of in intent, blood streams down one arm of the traveler and an axe is logged deep within the back of his armor. But still he stands awaiting a hero's death...

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