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Kinzdor -> TDDLNN Archives (9/18/2012 16:26:11)

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You wander through Falconreach looking for something to do, when a giant red, dragon shaped news studio catches your eye. You rush through the wooden double doors, and get hit be a blast of cold air. You pass a room, with golems and sneevils sorting through fan mail, job applications, and news leads. You wander the large news studio trying to figure out what drew you here, when you come across a long old abandoned and empty hallway on the second floor. Against you’re better judgment you walk down the hallway alone. You soon come to an old rusted metal door, for some reason you are compelled to open it. You grasp the old rusted handle, and give it a large tug. Only to find that the door is stuck, after many failed attempts you get it open and mange to slip inside before the door clangs shut behind you. You look around, and find you’re self in a room bigger then proportions should allow. The smell of must is ever in the air, cluttered bookshelves and tables cover the room which is brightly lit by oil lamps. In front of you, you find a long oak table with a fancy chair at the head of it, in front of the chair is a cup of coffee, a bagel, and a large old index made from yellow rotting paper. Looking around more, you spy what seems to be a small raggedy living space behind a bookshelf, when you go to investigate it is gone.

You hear a voice behind you, “Can I help you?” You turn startled to find, a strange short man, dressed in peasant garb, gloves covering the hands, and a hood hiding the face. “I am the one who archives!” The man proclaims in an old ancient voice. You begin to stammer that you’re sorry to intrude, and begin to back you’re way towards the door. The man shakes his head, “I don`t mind and I`m sure the network wouldn`t ether. Come follow me!” He Beckons. with his hand and as if in a trance you follow the strange man.




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