Name: Amritam. Server Com2x3
It was a day which we can find only in old writings. Weather was hard. Strong winds with snowfall were unfriendly for everyone. Betwean building walls of empty streets in small town Nordoc, wind create sounds which was like crying. Two friends was sitting and word which they spoken were part of history written in the stone.
Little Picasso , governor of small comunity, was sitting near warm fire in his Residence. Near him was Lito, his friend and town scout. Bouth of them were looking in map and letter from king Apoloxis from far away kingdom Eternity.
„ It is enough. We are not flies. Nobody can catch us in web like spiders. No one likes spiders! . Little Picasso said loudly.
„It is possible. We can do it!“ Said Lito to him. He hit with his left arm woden bowl on table near him. Red nectar called Oases sheded on surface. „ Ooops…“ He catch bowl before it fall down from table.
„You shed my vine…“ Little Picasso said quitly but his eyes were fixed on the letter. „ Ah… we need to remove from here. We are like fishs here! Those wild teutons from near Ahru'dung are fishing us here. Old alliancies are dead. Nobody can help us any more!“
Lito put his hand on friends shoulder. „ If we use those Menhir we can settle in Eternity. Don't cry! You'll find new friends there! There is always new friends around. “
Little Picasso look in Lito's eyes and said. „ Yes, we will use this Manhir from Apoloxis! We will use old magic and settle far from here.
Lito answear him. „ I said from beggining that we are not farm. Those teutons will fall one day. Yes, they will fall down from our hands.“