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Jaz, one of our Forum members and Gothic fan, has crafted a great story in a Gothic setting. It's called "A Streak of Bad Luck" and here is a little something from it:My streak of bad luck started with this idiot shadow - bite me, but I can't remember his name for all it's worth. Telling from your looks you surely won't remember him; I guess he arrived in the barrier only recently, one of those eager youngsters with their honest faces who usually don't last longer than one or two days.
Bah.
Anyhow, this idiot shadow walked over to me after having exchanged a few words with Snipes - right, the idiot digger, you might know him.
"Ian wants to talk to you," the youngster said, but he couldn't tell me what Ian wanted of me.
My boss is Asghan, but Ian is the mine's administrator - or most probably, was, Beliar have mercy on his soul-, and he's quite agreeable as far as shadows go. That he wanted to talk to me completely out of order didn't sound good; on the other hand, it didn't sound like impending doom, either, and even though I'm not your average good-goody reason told me it was better to humor him. So I left Snipes and the youngster to their own devices and marched down the ramp to meet Mr. Old Mine himself, the grand and haughty Ian.
Those ramps were broad enough to have two guys walk across side by side; despite that I always had this silly fear of looking down, just in case I might feel the irresistible urge to jump, if you know what I'm talking about. In the light of recent happenings it might have been better not to resist this urge… I'm sure you want to read more so click this link right now.
The story is part of the fan-fiction section for Gothic and can always be reached by checking out the game info. |
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