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Credits: Script: Olan Suddeth (t_catt11) Art: Annick Huber (vybeosa) Color: Forest Rhodes (morikhan) Olan's thoughts for this strip: At long last, we resume the orignal plotline of Loaded Dice. I tried to personally color this strip, but my rudimentary skills just did not do justice to the art. A huge thanks goes out to Forest Rhodes, who graciously did such a wonderful job on it for us. So ends the adventure for chapter one. We'll have one final strip for the chapter... and before you know it, a new story will begin. Thanks to everyone for the continued suport! Keywords/tags for this comic: monastery, fire, smoke, flames, ruined, shades, ruined, burned Listed at Onlinecomics.net and at Webcomicguide.com

Script for this strip:
Steve (narrator): "The flames continue to spread rapidly, consuming everything flammable with almost unnatural speed."

Tim: "Not much choice here, is there?"

Ray: "Like that's something new."

Amy: "Okay, then - outside we go!"

Steve (narrator): "The party scrambles out into the wintry landscape, where the blizzard has ended as suddenly as it began. Smoke pours from what will soon be the ruined monastery of Solanis."

Rich: "Geez, Steve, you don't have to rub it in!"

Brad: "So, you burned down one of your own churches. We did kill the bad guy - your deity ought to call it even."

Steve: "Keep whining... I can bring back the blizzard."

Steve (narrator): "High in the mountains, snow falls gently on the roof of a ruined monastery. If anyone had happened to pass at that very moment, they would have seen a strange procession walking slowly in single file out of the rusty iron gates. A procession of shadowy shapes dressed in dark robes."

Steve (narrator): "When all the shadows have passed the gate, they turn and look back. There, just beyond the gate a stands a tall, dark figure. After a moment that seems like forever, it bows its head towards the gathering of shades, then turns and walks back into the monastery. With that solemn farewell, the shades turn and fade. Then the wind picks up, and for a moment the view of the monastery is obscured by snow. When the view is clear again, nothing remains but the charred shell of the building."


Originally posted on June 28th, 2011