The dead trees towered in the misty fog. In the distance there was no distance becuse of the fog. The fog was so dense that you could barealy see the distance. The thickness was very high on the fog. You could not cut a piece on the fog. it was not that dense. It was also raining and heavy thunder. The clashes of lightning lit up the dense fog. Now you could see a little bit further but it was still hard to see a long ways becuse the fog was thick anyways.

Eo and Melvyn and Ran ran throu the dense, thick, parsimonius fog. In the middle of this painstaking nuiscance with the fog and such, Ran was struck by a hevy thunder and died a painful death and was killed. Oh no, now Eo and Melvyn had to find a new companion. In all of a sudden they saw a person outside Alby dungeon. They saw his name hoovering over his head. His name was MrBojangles, the golem slayer with a single blow. Melvyn brutuly ciertly asked:

"-Hey friend, could you help us with a rp-quest. It wont be long i suposerly swear. "

"Pfft, I can do anything. You know, I once killed a golem with a single blow you know."

"Woooow your a real hero" they said in unison.

"Just leave it to my level 24 manchurian bear and my rank 3 refining. And last but not least, my spirit weapon whom I am calling the Clay:y Clever Claudius the Claymore"

"I am started to get a bad vibe from this very fellow" Melvyn whispered to Eo.

"Sssshshshhh use chat he might hear us"

Our three companions drove towards the dungeon covered in mist and crows and heavy fogs. A little raven flew over Melvyns head.

"Look. its an bad omen! It must be from Morgan the Godess of badness!"

"Ey shut up melvyn! Why so superstitious!" Eo said with a cool american accent

"Shut up both of you! We need to proceed our quest for immortality and fat legend status, kinda" mrBojangles shouted like a cool kid.

"Aren't we supposed to do an RP quest?" melvyn quietly insiminated.

"Ey man" Eo said, now in a deeper voice because of the fog, and you know, those things. "You ain't no milletian are ya?"

Suddenly, MrBojangles Shudderered in fear in seconds he ran so fast he dropped his name and title behind. Eo picked it up, sniffed at it, and victoriously talked:

"MrBojangles, the golemslayer with a single blow is no more. From this point forward, he shall wander the lands of Erinn, known simply as "the nameless", doomed to eternal internal moisture"

At his last words, he crushed the name and title, and with breeze of wind it turned to sand and flew away into the misty fog.

"Sigh. What did you do, eoooo? Now we have to find a new companion!"

Our two protagonists went further along towards the mysterilous dungon, without a nother word.