"Damnit!" Alicia exclaimed, banging her fist against the cavern wall. "We need to get out of here Hover. The dragons are getting more hostile by the minute it seems. This... is our last chance, good pal." She hesitantly cut her finger open and used it as a grotesque pen on what seemed to be paper. "Great warrior reading this scroll.I am in desperate need of help.I am marooned in the Deadlands. Please gather a team of four, and come for me. You are my last hope. -Alicia" Tear drops ran from her eyes as she wrote this. It may be the last thing she ever writes, she contemplated to herself. With a great heave, she threw the bottle into the raging ocean currents. -Quite Some Time Passes-
The young boy hopped merrily along the cold, frozen trail. Singing a merry tune to himself like any other day.
"Oh boy!" He exclaimed. "Daddy's going to teach me to be a swordsman next birthday I have! Wheee! This is goi-" He stopped suddenly when his foot overturned a frozen, decrepit bottle. With great might he opened it up and read the scroll. Dashing back to his village in haste, he failed to see the person in front of him. BAM! "Owwwwwwwwwwaaaiiiit!. Wait!" He said, staring at the person. "Your perfect!" He exclaimed, eyes gleaming. He shoved the bottle into the persons hands and rushed off.
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Subject: Deadlands Rescue Misson 
