Dwarw have always been known for treachers. Such treachurs seek into any mans hearth. You and a group of merchanies have joined eachother in an journy into one of the dark old dwarwen mine.
(Serious game but first ever)

Idk guys, would be sweet with some feedback about it. Maybe place it back to The lounge since I just thought to have some friendly chat ^^

Wai all de hat man? :{

"Quickly catch rat" Mm Sweet meat. 

This isn't part of any game, just thought I would share some inpiration with you lovely people. 

Now I shall leave you confused over my gender.

haha yeah, I had it on word and simply copy pasted it here, thank thou :)

Sup guys/girls!

First message ever here so be gentle on the hate about me doing something wrong :). (sure you will)

Just wondering what you guys think about this short text I randomly made up 5min ago. Give opinions of whats good/bad about it!

Thx in advanced!

Failing Leader.

The cold sweat run through his aching shoulders, the screams of the dead hears as an ongoing nightmare, the view before him was like nothing he could have imagined. The terror turn blood to ice as he desperately seeks an answer in all the year of preperation, all time behind a book studying. It shouldn't be so hard, should it? A flash, a small blink, why couldn't Herd leave him alone. Didn't he know how riddiculus the old general looked to the men around? Screaming like a mad man, looking fiercly into my eyes? What did the idiot want? An echo of my name flashes by, again. He shouts my name? He looks around. gazing his eyes away from the onslaughter of his men in the front. Men, good men who been willing to go to death all around him. All with fear in their eye of the undead that once again been walking. What could stop such force? Who can kill those thats already dead? The mind must have betrayed me as the same doubt started to show on their faces. And once free, such thought had an intend to spread like a wildfire through the lines. Now, it was simply a matter of time before panic, atleast such much of the years in the akademi have remained. The gaze once again staring down on the battlefield, which by now was more a swamp of blood and dead limbless bodies. His horse starts to move nervously as a huge shadow lifts from the ground, men all around him drops their weapons, weaklings, cowards are what they are, I should execute them all for this. 
The shadow reach high to the sky, for a long lasting second seemingly to stop at the top before falling down with a increasingly speed, the slaugther had finally reached all around him as the undead washes through the scores of humans, stabbing their backs, twisting the fragile necks and devouring the fallen. An earthbreaking sound break through the screams as the shadowly object hits with an impact just some feets front. stone pieces shatters at all directions. Tearing a hole in his left side, breaking his back aswell as lungs. The horse, now dead falls backwards leaving the dead man falling backwards, blood rushing through the wounds as his life leaves the body, leaving his blueish eyes, a rare color in the old city and just as populare by the delightful young ladies, locked forever to the sky.

Started to try to make a story :) But how do I do so you get different skills, use tools like weapons and the dice chance thing. Would be nice if got some help here.