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"It was a dark stormy night, we had been out there for days without word from the other groups..."
Morpheus' voice was the main thing heard among the clustered group of people, mostly younger folks and some parents or curious types. He was in a story telling mood for the first in a long time. He used to do the same among his war buddies, always able to spin the same story they all knew with a twist that kept the truth but made it all the more interesting. Slowly adjusting his frame to rely less on his cane to start tapping it like rain against a frail roof to pull the listeners into the tale. A elderly bard, ready to leave some tales before his passing to the great theahter of the afterlife.
"We had only the light layer of soaked clothing on our backs, a small fire in the center of the room as the rain and nature demanded entry to our little haven. Some of us beaten and bruised from the fighting prior, others exhausted from bringing the injured and fallen with us this far as we chose to camp for the night."
Morpheus moved his cane to tap the side of someone who had fallen asleep during the story so far to make a few kids laugh. Then he would return his focus to the gap between heads, looking past them as if into the memory he was telling aloud to make sure he was getting the details right. It was not a time within the game, but that of a camping trip in the woods with some of his war buddies. They had picked a more dangerous woods to get a bit of thrill like the old days, and their 'fight' was them having under prepared for a harsh mother nature but all things he kept out of the story so far.
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OOC: a very laid back story style thread. Feel free to be doing other things in the city, or among the people listening to an old man retell some stories, maybe cretic him or try to find the real story under the words? Or spark something and drag him into it, the doors are open to just about anything.