Fictional Dungeon Productions
War: The Lives We Lost
War: The Lives We Lost
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Here's a sneak peek: Eko, an Elf of only twelve years from a long since burned ancient village, sat slumped in the corner of his cell, his yellow eyes focusing in the darkness. He was fairly young for an Elf, for Elves live twice as long as humans. His misleading height of five feet eleven inches, taller than most races of his age, led him to appear much older than he was. Eko had an impish face, distorted a little by a nasty scar across his right eye. He sniffed in the cold. Being in a dungeon is never a good thing, save for the adventure. The entire underground prison smelled of wet dog though, and there were no other living creatures except for him and his captors. "You could at least stop the infernal dripping!" Eko yelled into the silence.
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