The Blackmoon Stories: Trial and Error is the Human Saga
Imagine a world where deep heavy-set breathing and catacombs with scratched markings and symbols like that of
ancient druids lays dormant and undisturbed.
My breath's came short and rapid.
My heart was racing as I ran along this dark trail trying to escape the madness the insanity the frenzied garou behind
me.
Screams echoed out in the darkness alerting more garou's to my presence.
Sweat trickled down my face as I tryed to think of a plan looking left and right in this far underground cave.
I was trapped, I had to get out of this place.
A snarl off to my left. I quickly turned and began running off to the right.
An explosion occured overhead.
It was devistating.
I quickly dodged the falling rocks. The garou's were only steps behind me now and getting closer with each passing
breath.
My fingers began to cramp, I was running out of options and time.
Slowly I gazed upwards a rope hung down from the darkness above.
Swiftly climbing up it I hit a rock and grunted in pain.
The garou were starting to climb the rope.
At the top I stepped past the alter and then ran out of the sacred temple fading towards the forest.
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