He spotted a few gnomes, unicorns a nd phoenix, but they were the minority. H is character was the only human in the street, most others were elves or dwarfs. Lit torches were held in stands scattered around the village, bar el y lighting the paths, buildings and people. S maller carts were pulled by what he figured were Non-Player-Characters, NPC's. It was populated by villagers, low ranked players and such. A ll that remained were footprints in the snow as the black void crept back to dominate the screen.įinally a town emerged into view. T he scene returned to reveal the man as he star ed over the cliff in to the distance. T he horseman stopped, a bright green glow, a sudden flash of white. A snow covered cliff, the girl near the edge, the man on the horse riding towards her. This time h e saw a horseman hold the girl by her hair as she dropped a g reen s tone i n the snow. T he scene faded and was replaced by another. A few seconds later, a girl ran past and he could hear the sounds of her pursuers - horse's hooves rapidly approach ing followed by howling wolves. T he stereophonic effects were incredibly realistic h e could distinguish rushed footsteps as they crunched on the snow and twigs snapping under neath. Markus, faintly detect ing s ound s, boosted the volume of his headset. Masadorraed c rouch ed low and peer ed around a tree trunk. Hey look, my character is hiding behind a tree. It gave the appearance of looking at something from a distance or a dream. A scene shrouded in fog slowly replaced t he blackness. Come on … H urry up! This has taken ages already. Markus stare d at his screen, eager for the void to disappear.
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