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Oberon · 02-09-09, 04:26 PM

Oberon salutes Hitman with the traditional hand to forehead and pats Letums foot before leaving, at the doorframe he pauses for a moment and turns,

"Oh, Herr Hauptmann, I'm just going to take a walk up to the Nightwatch Tower and have a look, I'll be back for guard duty."

Hauptmann Hitmans eyes narrowed as he studied the old Gefreiter, then he nodded curtly and let Oberon leave.

Oberon shivered and drew his jacket around him as he left the cafeteria and slung his K98 over his shoulder, a necessary evil in the current times.
He then trudged up the path through the village and up to the Nightwatch Tower, a dark and foreboding ruin of a tower from where it is rumoured the plague came. He shivers more at the dark presence, something evil lurked within, something dark. Even in his years stationed in France fighting the British and French he had not felt fear as he felt now, he felt rooted to the spot, completely unable to take a step forward to the tower and his curiosity preventing him from taking a step backward. After ten long minutes, his fear defeats his curiosity and he turns and walks at a rather rapid pace away and back into the pub where he orders a large tankard of beer. He sits down at the piano and opens it up to play, then pauses and remembers who he joked with when he last played, with that sobering thought he closes the lid again and rubs his face with his hands before putting the still full tankard of beer back on the counter and walking back out to the barracks, his mind trying to make sense of the non-sensical.

02-09-09, 04:26 PM	#159
Oberon Lucky Jack Join Date: Jul 2002 Posts: 25,976 Downloads: 61 Uploads: 20	Oberon salutes Hitman with the traditional hand to forehead and pats Letums foot before leaving, at the doorframe he pauses for a moment and turns, "Oh, Herr Hauptmann, I'm just going to take a walk up to the Nightwatch Tower and have a look, I'll be back for guard duty." Hauptmann Hitmans eyes narrowed as he studied the old Gefreiter, then he nodded curtly and let Oberon leave. Oberon shivered and drew his jacket around him as he left the cafeteria and slung his K98 over his shoulder, a necessary evil in the current times. He then trudged up the path through the village and up to the Nightwatch Tower, a dark and foreboding ruin of a tower from where it is rumoured the plague came. He shivers more at the dark presence, something evil lurked within, something dark. Even in his years stationed in France fighting the British and French he had not felt fear as he felt now, he felt rooted to the spot, completely unable to take a step forward to the tower and his curiosity preventing him from taking a step backward. After ten long minutes, his fear defeats his curiosity and he turns and walks at a rather rapid pace away and back into the pub where he orders a large tankard of beer. He sits down at the piano and opens it up to play, then pauses and remembers who he joked with when he last played, with that sobering thought he closes the lid again and rubs his face with his hands before putting the still full tankard of beer back on the counter and walking back out to the barracks, his mind trying to make sense of the non-sensical.