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| Topic Started: Thu Apr 22, 2010 7:51 pm (39 Views) | |
| Edward A. Wolfram | Thu Apr 22, 2010 7:51 pm Post #1 |
 
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Wolfram had been in the Norwood Forest for a few days now. The blond would not admit he was lost and, most likely, was honestly unawares. His backpack held enough rations to last him a week, and he was dedicated to exploring every last inch; Norwood Forest was a lot of inches. For a while now he'd been following the sound of rumbling; too slow to be a stampede, and yet there wasn't a single cloud in the sky to be causing such noises. It was only upon climbing a small ridge that he was able to look past the tree tops and see precisely the cause of all the noise. A massive man -- a giant, was moving through the woods with an equally massive axe. Every once and a while he would stop to slam it into one of the trees, knocking it down without any show of struggle. Then it'd be dropped into a massive bag at his side, which he would haul over his shoulder before continuing on his way. Wolfram wasn't sure why he expected to see an equally massive ox following the man, but he was disappointed by the lack of one all the same. |
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