Post by coryroleplay on Apr 24, 2007 10:38:07 GMT -5
Prolouge
They say there’s no such place, as paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the earth, there’s nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it’s always the same road that just goes on and on. But in spite of that, why was he there? Lying on the cold, hard ground covered in snow? Why was he so driven to find it? A voice calls to him. It says: “Search, for Paradise.”
Chapter 1
The man walked along the alleyway, the black dog at his heels. A large shotgun lay at his waist, and the man looked as though he would have no reason to stop shooting when he found what he was looking for. “Stay boy,” he growled at the dog, as he tied it up outside the pub. Opening the door, he stepped inside the creaky doorway of the inn. Inside, it was almost empty. The only other person there was the old bartender, who looked up to see an elderly man walk in and sit down. “Vodka,” Said the man, his voice rough. The bartender turned to the back of his bar, pulling down a bottle and pouring the man a glass. “I tell yah, this lousy city isn’t fit for a dog, much less a man! Never thought it would be so cold inside a door! ” Said the elderly man as he sat down at the dusty bar table. This made the bartender smile slightly, as it was easy for him to tell this new customer was not from around Telaque. “Well, I don’t know where you’re from mister, but I doubt there’s anywhere fit to live these days,” he said, setting the drink down for the stranger. As the man leaned forward, the bartender caught a glimpse of a shotgun, and several shots of ammo. The stranger didn’t seem to mind as he looked at the bartender. “Always helps to have a friend when you’re crossing the mountains. Never know what you might run into.” He said, staring at the bartender. “Like bears,” he said, raising his drink. “Or wolves.” He said. That truly surprised the bartender. “Wolves?” He asked, looking at the stranger. “Now there’s something I haven’t heard about in a long time! Not since my grandpa was alive…” He said, smiling as he lit a cigarette. “He always used to tell me that when the world finally comes to an end, then paradise would appear on the earth. But, the trouble is that only wolves would know where to find it,” he said, raising the cigarette to his lips. “Who knows,” he continued, blowing out a small could of smoke. “Maybe the world is coming to an end right now…” He looked surprised when the man slammed down his glass on the table. “Wolves are only servants of death!” He spat, glaring at the bartender. “Don’t you believe all that stupid garbage.” He said, staring now at the desktop. The bartender smiled. “Relax Old Man!” He said, smiling. “It’s just a kid’s fairytale… Wolves have been extinct for over 200 years!” He said, smiling at his customer. “The thing about fairytales is,” said the man, as the bartender watched him. “There’s always some truth in 'em.”
They say there’s no such place, as paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the earth, there’s nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it’s always the same road that just goes on and on. But in spite of that, why was he there? Lying on the cold, hard ground covered in snow? Why was he so driven to find it? A voice calls to him. It says: “Search, for Paradise.”
Chapter 1
The man walked along the alleyway, the black dog at his heels. A large shotgun lay at his waist, and the man looked as though he would have no reason to stop shooting when he found what he was looking for. “Stay boy,” he growled at the dog, as he tied it up outside the pub. Opening the door, he stepped inside the creaky doorway of the inn. Inside, it was almost empty. The only other person there was the old bartender, who looked up to see an elderly man walk in and sit down. “Vodka,” Said the man, his voice rough. The bartender turned to the back of his bar, pulling down a bottle and pouring the man a glass. “I tell yah, this lousy city isn’t fit for a dog, much less a man! Never thought it would be so cold inside a door! ” Said the elderly man as he sat down at the dusty bar table. This made the bartender smile slightly, as it was easy for him to tell this new customer was not from around Telaque. “Well, I don’t know where you’re from mister, but I doubt there’s anywhere fit to live these days,” he said, setting the drink down for the stranger. As the man leaned forward, the bartender caught a glimpse of a shotgun, and several shots of ammo. The stranger didn’t seem to mind as he looked at the bartender. “Always helps to have a friend when you’re crossing the mountains. Never know what you might run into.” He said, staring at the bartender. “Like bears,” he said, raising his drink. “Or wolves.” He said. That truly surprised the bartender. “Wolves?” He asked, looking at the stranger. “Now there’s something I haven’t heard about in a long time! Not since my grandpa was alive…” He said, smiling as he lit a cigarette. “He always used to tell me that when the world finally comes to an end, then paradise would appear on the earth. But, the trouble is that only wolves would know where to find it,” he said, raising the cigarette to his lips. “Who knows,” he continued, blowing out a small could of smoke. “Maybe the world is coming to an end right now…” He looked surprised when the man slammed down his glass on the table. “Wolves are only servants of death!” He spat, glaring at the bartender. “Don’t you believe all that stupid garbage.” He said, staring now at the desktop. The bartender smiled. “Relax Old Man!” He said, smiling. “It’s just a kid’s fairytale… Wolves have been extinct for over 200 years!” He said, smiling at his customer. “The thing about fairytales is,” said the man, as the bartender watched him. “There’s always some truth in 'em.”