Oct. 11th, 2009 at 12:16 AM
[It's night in Erato and the sound of irregular boot steps can be heard darting over plush carpet and lacquered hardwood floors. One might even see the flash of a worn red leather cape in the corner of their eye, or smell the faint trace of rum, gunpowder and sea salt on the air for a lingering second. They may even exotic parrot feathers laying on the floor and God only knows where that came from.]
[Tonight, the Legendary Pirate Stampede flees from his would-be captors, a wicked grin on his lips and the fire of a challenge in his green eyes, he dashes from alcove to alcove and room to room. A wild man of the sea would never be captured easily, even when that wild man wanted to be caught.]
[Tonight, the Legendary Pirate Stampede flees from his would-be captors, a wicked grin on his lips and the fire of a challenge in his green eyes, he dashes from alcove to alcove and room to room. A wild man of the sea would never be captured easily, even when that wild man wanted to be caught.]