Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Slayers. That's pretty much it.
Authors: I will NOT take full credit for this story. Both me and Vega Knight took turns writing it. For the first few parts, it goes Serious, Humorous, Serious, etc. for a little while.
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It was a dark night, lightning where striking through the midnight sky (actually, it was 3 'O clock in the morning, but who cares), a dark shadow was traveling through the tempest, his cape blowing with the wind. The man, for it was a man, kept walking against the wind, a burst of wind blew is hood aside, but he rapidly put it back.
Entering into a Inn, the stranger, clad in beige or dirty white, a hood and a mask covering his head and face, was a curiosity to the few customers who where there. He sat at the bar, and asked for a cup of tea, and passed a paper to the barman. The man read it carefully, then wrote back something on it, the man in white gave him a pouch which the barman quickly hid from the eyes of the customers. Then, the man in white, putting is tea into a gourd, to which, curiously, was attached a bracelet decorated with the stars emblem of Seirune, rose to his feet and went for the door, despite the big tempest that was still going on outside, BUT THEN...
Authors: I will NOT take full credit for this story. Both me and Vega Knight took turns writing it. For the first few parts, it goes Serious, Humorous, Serious, etc. for a little while.
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4 Inroduction
It was a dark night, lightning where striking through the midnight sky (actually, it was 3 'O clock in the morning, but who cares), a dark shadow was traveling through the tempest, his cape blowing with the wind. The man, for it was a man, kept walking against the wind, a burst of wind blew is hood aside, but he rapidly put it back.
Entering into a Inn, the stranger, clad in beige or dirty white, a hood and a mask covering his head and face, was a curiosity to the few customers who where there. He sat at the bar, and asked for a cup of tea, and passed a paper to the barman. The man read it carefully, then wrote back something on it, the man in white gave him a pouch which the barman quickly hid from the eyes of the customers. Then, the man in white, putting is tea into a gourd, to which, curiously, was attached a bracelet decorated with the stars emblem of Seirune, rose to his feet and went for the door, despite the big tempest that was still going on outside, BUT THEN...