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On an evening much like this one not very long ago I decided to leave Fairhaven and swim to Loria. It was dusk when I left, the sky clear a light breeze blowing. After swimming for about an hour the sunset, the clouds thickened and the fog rolled in. It began to rain heavily. What started out as a beautiful nights swim quickly became a fight for my life. The waves began slamming against my body, it took all my strength just to keep my head above the water. Unable to navigate I decided it would be best to find land and wait out the storm. After struggling for several minutes, like a beacon, the outline of an island appeared thru the fog. As i got closer to the island I could see it was only a small beach surrounded by towering mountains. I quickly swam to the beach and dragged my water soaked body up onto the sand. On closer inspection of the mountains I located a small cave, I ran to the cave and sat down. The cave was just deep enough to block the wind but the rain still blew in on my head. I was just happy to be out of the lakes turbulent waters.

After a few minutes I fell asleep, my battered body thankful for the oppurtunity to rest. At that point I don't know how much time had passed but something stirred me and I awoke suddenly. For a moment I was completely unaware of my surroundings my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkeness, my mind still numb and groggy. When my wits returned to me I noticed the rain had stopped. That was when i heard.....

"Killlllll meeeeee !"

I stood up and spun around my pike out stretched into the fog. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. There was nothing. After turning around and around several times something even stranger struck me. It was still raining in the cave but not outside. I reached my hand out to verify that what my eyes were seeing was actually what was happening. It was then I focused on my hand, it was completely red, it was raining blood.

"Killllll meeeeeeee !"

It was at that point my ears honed into the direction of the sound and I looked up.

"Killlll meeeee !"

Hanging above me about 20 feet up was the most horrific sight I had ever seen. I had not stumbled on a remote island with a mountain range. The Mountain range was actually an enormous Goari. Impaled on one of its mandibles was a Skinner, his right arm severed, and from the hole where his arm was attached sprayed blood raining down on my head. He was looking down at me and pleading.

"Killlll meee please !"

I froze, my body stiff as wood. my jaw dropped and a high pitched scream formed deep in my throat, as hard as I tried I could not contain it and it spewed from my mouth.

The great beast awoke at the sound of my scream, it turned its massive head down to look at me. I could see its deep black eyes focus on me. My instincts took cntrol of my body, without a single thought i found myself sprinting across the sand. My only hope was to make it to the water and far enough into the lake in hopes the Goari would not follow. The Goari stood turned its head to the sky and let out an ear shattering roar and began to pursue me. Each step of it's stride shook the ground, the concussions nearly caused me to stumble. When I reached the water I dove in and began to swim as quickly as my arms would move. I'm not sure how long I swam for but, I never looked back until I got to Loria.

To this day, on evenings like this one, when the wind is calm and i'm sitting on the shore of the lake I somethimes think about that night. Occasional I find myself listening closely, and somethimes when the conditions are just right on the breeze I can hear...

"Killllllll meeeeeee"



story by Torreg (Tryker island member of the Brawler guild)