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"Zexen" Gilbert woke up with the sun beaming into his eyes. He stretched and let out a loud yawn. That must've been the first time in years he had gotten a good nights sleep. He walked down the stairs, and out of the house into the main square, where everyone was crowded around one man. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! I am Forthoro the Great! I will show you the most wonderous magic of all time! I will make one of you volunteers...dissapear!" yelled the man that everyone was crowded around. The whole crowd began to move around and whisper to eachother in excitment and wonder. "Well, anyone?" he said. "Let's see this." said Gilbert as he stepped up to where Forthoro was standing. "Do we have a brave young man here? What's your name, sir?" said Forthoro. "Just do your thing." Gilbert replied. The man seemed intimidated by this at first, but then blew him off as just some rude guy. So Forthoro began mumbling words and chants of some sort. Gilbert began to feel a little queezy, then he looked up and realized he was in a box. "Oh this is sad..." he thought to himself. Gilbert then stretched out his body as hard as he could until the box burst open. The crowd began running and screaming, considering they thought he just dissapeared, instead of being put into a box. "You...you ruined me! Now they all think I'm a phoney!" yelled Forthoro at Gilbert. "You should learn from me. The name's Gilbert, and there's sometihng you should know. Never rip people off, it'll come back at you three times as hard." And with that, Gilbert walked back into his house to get some sleep. "That man...there's something about him, could he be...the one?" said Forthoro. He walked into a nearby trade center and asked around. "Gilbert? He's that mysterious guy who just moved in recently. I don't know anythign about him, except that he's a mercenary." "A mercenary eh?" siad Forthoro, "Thanks a lot." He then left. What does this man Forthoro want? Who is he? What is "the one"? Find out on the next episode of...Gilbert RPG.
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