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| Beggars Of Blacksand |
by Al Sander |
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| Artwork © Zeppin 2008 |
You are dreaming and it is the same dream every time. The intoxicating feeling
of success, standing over your dead foe, it’s like nothing you have ever felt
before. You are triumphant, your powers are unmatched… but already you are doomed.
You turn back the way you came. If only you had chosen differently, but no, it is
too late now. Too late for anything but torment.
You awake, screaming. You look around in a panic, your mind still half dazed from
your terrible dream.
Everything is in order. Everything is in place. You slowly calm down and consider
your situation. You are an unnamed beggar of the infamous Port Blacksand. You
know nothing of your past except for a vague belief, fuelled by terrible dreams,
that you were once someone important, someone powerful.
You own little of value. Your home, little more than a few pieces of sloped wood
just sufficient to keep out the worst of the rain, is at the end of a small
alleyway. It is just large enough to hold you and a few precious threadbare blankets.
As terrible as your fading dreams were, it was not the nightmares that awoke you;
you are more than used to them. It is the sound of footsteps coming from outside
your hovel. Clutching your knife tightly in one hand you carefully peer out.
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Your difficult life on the streets has taken its toll on you,
you begin the game with SKILL and STAMINA scores way below their
Initial values.
You start armed only with a knife, but you may acquire more
weapons later. As usual, you can choose the one that you will use in
battle by selecting in the list of possessions and clicking on USE.
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