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Master Rabban smiles at the man and says "I see, we will follow you"

The man cries for joy as he falls to his knees and bows his head "Thank you master, thank you"

The manservant, Vinctus, turns sharply toward Master Rabban and mutters "But master..."'

Master Rabban gently strokes Vinctus' cheek and lifts his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Silentium bestia" Rabban mummers. "Bring the horses, we must go"

Vinctus' eyes seem to shimmer briefly as he stands erect "Yes master"

The man leads the way through the throng of people using the horse to force his way through. "OUT OF THE WAY" he continually yells, setting a brisk pace. As the house comes into view the urgency of the horses stride increases and little moans escape the man's lips. "We must hurry master!".

The man stops and vaults off the horse running into his house, Master Rabban and Vinctus follow closely behind. The man rushes to his wife who is moaning in pain, "Shhh, it's going to be ok" he whispers in her ear as he softly strokes her hair and face. "The master has come to help"

The woman turns to see Master Rabban, her eyes widen and her face seems to lose all color "Nn...n..oo" she stammers "Not again". She begins to shake and attempts to pull herself from the man's grasp.

"What is wrong!" the man worriedly exclaims then stiffens as Vinctus plunges a glowing dagger into his back.

Master Rabban reaches down and pulls the dagger out, chanting "Venite ad me". The glow streams from the dagger to Master Rabban's body as he smiles. "Abesto" he says looking at the woman. Her body begins to glow and dissipates into smoke. "Never question my need for a soul Vinctus, or yours shall be next. As for your wife, her soul is still in my possession and once your 25 years are over I will allow you to have her back. Until then she will be used for whatever purpose I see fit, even being a wife to someone else!"

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all the foreign words are Latin

I came here April of 2014 for Settlers 2 or 4, I settled on 2 :)

NOT IN, but kudos for a great giveaway idea! +1.

I fling 1001 craps for Theme Hospital

I first came here (2011) for and ended up buying "The Zork Anthology", because I really like the idea of OLD school drm-free games that I can run on linux.

The other game I bought about a year later which made really made me think GOG as a alternative to real "cd" media(wasnt on the steam bandwagon at the time) was getting "The Legend of Grimrock" which I basically built my computer around so I just be able to play it.

Good giveaway! +1

I'm in

-With a quick nod, Master Rabban stepped out through the door. As he did all sound in the street seemed to stop. Everything around him became a bit darker as his white tunic appeared to draw light towards itself. He smiled broadly and his eyes were full of life...excitement, mischief, and life.
-'This way' . As the man spoke he whirled on his heels and began to walk as quickly as he could back through the market, around the stalls, dancing between people as he went in a hurried, and reckless, someone is going to get knocked down any second manner.
-As he passed beggars, peddlers, and customers stop off balance, tip-toed around him, or sidestepped altogether. Most of them looked as if they were about to fall. Many almost did, until Master Rabban walked by. Actually he sort of floated by.
-He did not appear to be hurried, or short of breathe, as his guide did, but he kept up with him just the same. Where the man in front of him bobbed and weaved, his head bouncing, his chest heaving, Master Rabban glided effortlessly along. Whenever he passed near one of the people that the nervous man almost knocked over, they seemed to catch his gracefulness like an infection, and then catch their balance.
- It took them almost thirty minutes, even at this brisk place, the pass the markets, the temples, the stables, and the homes of the middle class. Once they arrived in the peasant neighborhood, they weaved around several large, but barely standing houses, which probably contained three generations of a poor family. They passed by smaller homes, and then large tents, until finally they were surrounded by smaller tents, barely tall enough for a grown man to stand.
-'I hope we are not too late' The man said between deep breaths as be lifted the flap of the tent in front of him.
-'Impossible' Master Rabban said through a grin so wide that it was a wonder he had enough teeth to fill it. 'I am always on time, never early and never late.'
-As he entered the tent, the man noticed that he had items in his hands that he did not have before. In Master Rabban's left hand was a pouch, black as night in the deepest wood, on the eve of the new moon. The darkness radiated outward from the bag, in stark contrast to his star bright tunic. It is hard to explain, but the darkness that came from the sack looked like it could allow you to see more clearly. As if it were so dark, that if you stood in that wood, on that moonless eve, you could see clearly as the Earth was bright as day in comparison.
-In his right hand, he had a phial, a scalpel, and a coin of some sort. The was glass so clear that its putrid yellow contents appeared to hover below his fingers. The scalpel was the most ordinary looking thing about his person, although you could tell its sharpness from across the domicile. The coin was the same deep black of the pouch, but it produced a dull green mist-like aura around itself.
-'Take these' he said, tossing the coin into the air which produced a pinging, that silenced all else in the area, and thrusting the phial and the blade into the other man's hand.
-without thought, the other man took them, looked at Master Rabban in amazement and then faltered. His gaze dropped to the floor and he spun around to look at his wife, lying motionless on the ground. Before he could draw breath to speak, the great healer, with strong conviction in his voice spoke again, demanding the man's full attention.
-'Time waits for me. I wait for no one. I need you to go outside open a vein on one of the chickens and collect some of its blood in the phial.'
-That said he reached up and caught the coin on its way back down. A second later he caught a second coin that he did not toss. kneeling beside the woman on the floor, he placed the coins on her eyes and said a prayer.
-'Nooooo!' The man yelled in horror. 'You are the apothecary, the magi, the great healer, she can not die this day!'
-'That is my price.' His words were slow and spoken with a finality that meant there were no negotiations. 'Her death is the price that I ask for her life. Do as I have commanded.'
-The instant the blood touched the liquid in the phial, it too became blood. only a few drops were added by the man, but the phial was now overflowing with viscous crimson, dripping onto the floor at first, and then pouring out a moment later. The trial that he left was thicker and darker with each step that he took. It splattered the front of the tent while he fumbled with the flap and spilled onto the dirt floor as he entered.
-'Bind' Master Rabban said softly as he dumped a large black bandage from the pouch. The bandage fell limply toward the floor, but never touched it. It hovered there a moment until its trailing tail slumped onto the rest of its mass. The leading edge traveled slowly towards the lifeless body of the woman. As it wound its way around her, the man noticed that his wife was very pale, but yet looked younger, like the teen-aged version of herself that he had courted two decades prior.
-The bandage wrapped her body from chin to toe and then stopped. Without even looking, Master Rabban took the phial and began to pour the bloody elixir over her mummified body. As he drew near her face, her lips parted and the blood began to fill her mouth. Her chest did not expand, but in the next few moments, which seemed like hours, days, most likely weeks to the man, gallons upon gallons of the liquid entered into her body.
-With a satisfied nod, Master Rabban placed the phial into the pouch and tied it to his belt, out of site under his shining tunic. The tunic shone as bright as ever, the purest white, even though everything else in the room, including Master Rabban's sandals were flecked, spotted, splashed, or dabbed with blood, dried blood. It dried the instant the phial was in the sack.

Part 2 to follow - it seems that my story is too long for one post.

'Say nothing. Sit next to your wife and grieve her death.' As he spoke, the Master removed another pouch from his belt, this one white as snow, glistening so bright that it was hard to see. In fact, the longer one looked at it, the harder it became to see. He untied the leather strap closing the pouch, but did not open it. He stole himself behind the flap of the tent and disappeared into the bright white shadow of his bag.
-Falling to his knees the man looked at his wife. Her face behind a veil of dried blood, her youthful yet empty eyes were the only recognizable part of her. He smiled at her, confidant in the legends that the Great Healer could do anything. He imagined himself kissing her when she awoke, then he remembered kissing her for the first time. The vision filled his eyes, his mind, and then his entire being. Succumbing to the power of his emotions, he burst into tears and wept as only a widower could.
-Soon he was thinking of the way her hair smelled after she bathed, the twinkle in her eye when she had a thought that could not be talked out of her, and the smile she bore when they spoke of the children that they never had all these two dozen years of marriage later. Lost in thoughts of her life and their intertwined lives together he was not sure how long he cried, but when his tears had run dry, his throat was parched from whimpering, and his chest ached from sobbing, he heard a whooshing sound.
-A low rumble began to tag along with the wind-like rustling. Like a strong Autumn breeze, the whooshing opened the flap to his tent and a wisp of air flew by the motionless Master on its way to the corpse on the floor. As the wisp drew nearer it began to slow. By the time the man could make out the wings fluttering on the tiny creatures back, they flapped with a deep whapping sound, time itself had slowed down. The man had minutes to study the wispy being.
-A faerie is what first came to his mind. If faeries were dark creatures of the night, sucking the energy out of the dead with vampiric teeth, that is exactly what this creature was. It licked the blood from his wife's lower lip. The wings stopped beating and draped a bit lower, shrouding its body a bit. An almost orgasmic shudder passed over it as it tasted the blood. It took a second and then a third lick of her lip and then bared its fangs. Instead of biting into her flesh, the demon faerie forced her lips apart with a wave of its hands and then drew the breath from inside her mouth into those fangs.
-A gurgled, muffled sound came from her and he body spasmed. The faerie seemed to take great pleasure in this sound as it drew a deeper breath, pulling the last gasp of air from the woman's lungs. Her chest heaved and pain passed over her blood-soaked face in waves. Somehow the man understood that she was now seeing all of the things that he saw when he wept uncontrollably. The pain that she must have felt was crushing and final. Just as the man opened his mouth the cry out, the faerie noticed him there.
-A look of pure delight was in its beady black eyes as it knew what the man had suspected. He could feel his wife's pain, the pain of death, the pain of not achieving her deepest desires of being a great mother and living a long, happy life, the pain of not sharing any more time with her husband. After a fleeting moment of evil glee, panic took over the eyes of the faerie. A man had seen him. This was not good. The panic turned to sheer horror as those eyes, no more distracted by the pursuit of eating the woman's death, finally noticed the white pouch behind him. He reached out his tiny hands, talons growing as if on command as the white bandage began to flow from the sack in Master Rabban's hand.
'Bind' he said with the same evil gleam in his eyes, the same orgasmic shudder passing over his body.
-In seconds the dark wisp was shrouded in the whitest cloth the man had ever seen. Once it was mummified completely, the blood-speckled, midnight black bandages loosened itself from the woman's body and covered the miniature white mummy. The blood on her face was wiped clean by the spinning and twisting of the bandage. THe breath, that had been stolen from her lungs, was squeezed out of the demon and hung in the air briefly. A perfectly timed wave of Master Rabban's fingers, sent the tiniest of air currents over, pushing the breath back into her mouth.
-The gurgling sounded once more as her lungs, struggled to expand with her last breath once more. A smile was on her lips to replace the writhing pained look she bore a moment earlier. Joy replaced the sorrow in her face, and love filled her eyes as they washed the agony with tears. Those tears welled up from her heart and she sobbed once, but that was all it took.
-With that sob, the man knew, she was alive. He lifted her up from the floor in a swift, caring motion and wrapped his arms around her in a loving, tender embrace. She kissed him and breathed into his lungs. He felt energized renewed. A youthful vigor overwhelmed him and he lifted his wife off the ground. They kissed, embraced, and shared a passion between their flesh that few couples have since the birth of time itself. Nothing could stop the love the flowed between them like the rivers of heaven. Nothing except a voice. The voice of Master Rabban awoke them from their greatest dream with two words.
-'Payment accepted'


I am in by the way.

Not in but congrats and thanks for the giveaway :)

Last call, this will end in the morning.

Not in. +1

Heya me too in that my first game was Fallout 1 that was given as a freebie. Never mind the fact I have 5 physical copies of the game =P. I had to have a working copy just in case one stopped working ^_^ Gosh it was so long ago....

I signed up to GOG because I heard about it in a news article and it mentioned Fallout 1 was Free and DRM Free at that. Then I saw all the old classic games I had starting with the D&D games and the digital game collection started there ^_^

coincidentally, I am at 1003 days today and Fallout was the reason I joined GOG as well.

Need more stories bump

As there are no more entrants, time to wrap this up. I tried to create a story with enough ambiguity that it could be taken in any direction, and I must say that I was pleasantly surprised by all entrants, you all did well. However there can be only one prize.
It was a hard decision, which I didn't wanted to take alone but my desired co-judge was unavailable.
In the end I think I'm a sucker for Lord of the Rings references, so without further ado I announce the winner: iphgix.

Btw the closest to my original idea as of how I would of continued came Treasure, but in the end iphgix's story moved me a bit more while reading it - I honestly though at some point that Rabban would somehow cross them and leave her dead :).

As for the second giveaway, the prize goes to comradegarry.

Congrats to the winners, and I hope I can do more creative giveaways in the future. Also I would like to thank all of the entrants, it was a pleasure reading their stories.
Winners: Watch PMs

Congrats to iphgix-that was a worthy win indeed! He was very good at his descriptions and his story was certainly more detailed and poetic regarding the litterary style than the others (mine included-I'm not very good at using poetic-like expressions).
Also congrats to comradegarry regarding the 2nd prize and thanks again for hosting this giveaway blotunga! :-)

Thanks for the game! you & coelocanth :)

Congrats to iphgix and comradegarry! And thanks again for such a creative giveaway! :)