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| Author: | Exhibit A [ Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:01 am ] |
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Drek nodded to the Lizard-man. "Of course, Marcus, our business is done. You may go, as long as it's alright with you, Mayor." After Marcus left, Drek stayed behind to speak with the captain and the Mayor. "I must apologize for my companion's behavior, sirs. He... has had a difficult life, from what I understand, and he has difficulty trusting people. You have my word that I will keep an eye on him. Now if you excuse me, I have things to discuss with Mr. Maxwell." |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:07 am ] |
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Marcus picked up the Bag of Holding and sulked back to the Inn in silence. When he got to the tavern-room, he got Maxwell's attention. "I'm going to bed, sir. It's been a long day. See you in the morning." Marcus got his key from the front desk, went up to his room, and fell cold tired on his bed, with his boots and cloak still on. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:30 am ] |
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Captain Sealem walked out with Drek. "Your father would be proud of you, my lord. It is the honorable way to stand by your friends when they are in need. He is your friend and it is right that you did not abandon him, regardless of his crime." |
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| Author: | netzen [ Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:42 am ] |
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Prosper woke up just in time to see Marcus leaving. Cursing his tiredness, he followed, but was not fast enough to intercept the lizardman before he went into his room. Prosper didn't want to wake him up, so instead he tried to find Acedia, but was dissapointed to find out that she had also turned in. With nothing else to do, and thoughts of the plan that he had flying around his brain, Prosper went to bed also. But sleep would not come. The plan was simple, but if Maxwell or Captain Sealem found out they would not let him carry it out. Prosper was wondering who he could take along with him, when he finally drifted off into sleep. Meanwhile, the orcs had regrouped, and small bands of bow and crossbow orcs had surrounded the town and firing a stedy stream of missiles at the walls. Everything else was still and waiting for the continueation of the battle tomorrow. |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:57 pm ] |
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Taryn had assigned herself the highly important task of "wandering aimlessly around Targos in the moonlight for lack of needing sleep." Indeed, curses such as the one placed on Taryn's head do come with their benefits, such as not needing to sleep or eat very often, if at all. The downside to this is the fact that, in order to recuperate from illnesses or injuries that could normally be helped or cured by a good, solid slumber, Taryn required a few hours sitting still in a dark and silent chamber. Fortunately, the rest of the curse rendered her resistant to such circumstances. Out of sheer boredom, and actually feeling a little bad for the obviously exhausted party that she had agreed to play guide for, Taryn busied herself repairing what damage to the walls the orcs caused. This way, neither town militia nor adventuring party would have to expend more of their precious little remaining energy to fend them off. May as well use this restoration-of-nonliving-things ability before I lose it, she figured. She hummed softly as she worked, a melody that might sound rather pretty played on a properly-cleaned flute. |
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| Author: | netzen [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:21 am ] |
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<I'm going to assume it's about four thirty in the morning, so it will soon begin to get light.> Prosper woke up. This was the time, he couldn't put it off any longer. He wondered why he hadn't told Maxwell or Sealam about his plan. Because they wouldn't let me go, although they probably would think it's a good idea. Getting out of bed, Prosper slunk down the hall to Acedeias room. She was the best choice, those medalions of hers could come in handy. He knocked lightly and said, "Acedia? I hate to bother you but I need your help." |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:17 am ] |
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<GM's Note: OK, It's morning. Remember, none of you (not even Maxwell) has a watch; Watches haven't been invented yet. Most people in this fantasy world we're playing in tell time by estimating the time-of-day from the position of the sun in the sky. For rangers like Drek, doing so is a finely honed skill that allows them to be as accurate as half an hour. For most people, however, one can only guess what hour it is and be right about 50% of the time while only being off by about an hour or so. Hourglasses and the like are used when counting down a specific amount of time is necessary. Certain Gnomish inventors might have something more sophisticated to offer, but even they can't make a pocket watch: The technology just doesn't exist. That said, people can train themselves to wake up at a consistent hour of the morning with or without a clock. It's not a skill that everyone can master, but most people come close enough. In any case, this town's Town Watch keeps time with a set of hourglasses in order to precisely manage the time each shift stays on duty, day or night. So, if you had a watch, you could set it by the changing of the guard-shifts. But you don't ave a watch. Oh, and the sun's about to rise.> Farnham yawned and stretched his legs. He rolled over on his side and blinked his eyes. He pulled the covers off and quietly sliped down off the top bunk. His brother, Maxwell, was still asleap in the bottom bunk. Drek was across the hall in another room with Captain Sealem, while Prosper was in his own room down the hall. Farnham wasn't sure if Tem even needed sleep, but he had taken a room on on the upstairs floor anyways. Acedia and the other ladies were in the larger room down the hall, which had three single beds. Farnham put his pants on, washed his face, and then went outside to the outhouse. It was a cool morning, and there was dew on the grass. Several men in footman's leathers were standing in line, apparently waiting their turn at the latrine. Fanrham greeted them: "Good morning." he said. A man turned: "Aye, and fine morning to ye, sir." Farnham said: "You're not one of the Town Watch, are you?" The man said: "No sir, we're with the Earl of Dunmoor's forces. We're with Bravo Company, Second Battalion, Dunmoor Highlanders. I'm Lieutenant Scott, that's Private MacMurry, Corporal Jones, Private Sanders... oh and Sergent Campbell is the one in the loo. We just arrived about an hour ago along with a company of the King's Knights, a Lizzardmen mercenary company, and a small squad from the Royal Engineering Corps. A full battalion of Wessex Light Lancers under Brigadier Westmoor are coming in from the west, should be here any minute now. Hey, you must be with that company of heroes everyone's talking about. Is it true you guys fought a real live Drow?" Farnham nodded. He was happy to see that reinforcement has arrived. Perhaps the orcs would withdraw without a fight and the party could get on with hunting that Dire Wolf. "Well, yes it's true that we fought and killed a Drow mage...." Before Farnham could finish his sentence, the Lieutenant cut in: "Wow! Waht do these Drow look like? Are they just dark-skinned elves?" Farnham replied: "Um, kinda.. they do resemble elves, but their eyes are a bit different, and the Elves and the Drow seem to have some sort of ancient blood feud or something between them. You know, theres a group of Elven swordsmen here in town, under Captain Sealem's command. I wouldn't call the Drow 'dark-skinned elves' around them. They might take the wrong meaning and think it's an insult." The Lieutenant nodded: "Of course, of course I see your point Sir.. oh the line's moving again." Eventually, Farnham did get to use the outhouse, but not before the eager young Lieutenant talked his ear off. Silently, Farnham swore that he'd never talk to someone in line for a outhouse ever again. |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:51 am ] |
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Marcus finally rolled out of bed at about seven or eight. He had been out like a light all night after his hard battle and his confession. No more of this, Marcus thought. I'm with them all the way now. Realizing that he had left his boots, coat and kilt on all night, the Lizzardboy chuckled a bit, made his bed, grabbed his own bag, and headed downstairs to meet up with Maxwell. But first...something to eat. Marcus, still somewhat sleepy, sat up at the bar. "Steak and eggs, Sam. And a hot tea. Make it quick; I think Mister Maxwell needs me." |
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| Author: | just a username [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:35 am ] |
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Michael finally woke up with a growling stomach. Michael laughed and said "I must have slept through dinner". He put on his robe, boots, hat and glove for his left-hand* and picked up his staff. Michael went down stairs and ordered. "Can I please have buttered toast and a hard boiled egg." *Michael is left-handed so the mark is on his left-hand |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:48 am ] |
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Sam said to Marcus: "Righty-o. How be ye wanting your eggs, Mister Marcus? I can make fried eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, and variations thereof. Oh, and would that be beef steak, halibut steak, or ham steak?" To Micheal he said: "And a fine morning to you, Mister Micheal. Now, how many slices of toast did you be wanting m'lord?" On a chalkboard behind the bar, the menu was written. Toast: two pence a slice, all Eggs: five pence each. Hash-fried potatos: 1 pence per plate, half pence if ordered with eggs. Butter: One pad comes free with toast, otherwise 2 pence a pound. Bacon: 2 pence for six slices. Ham Steak: 5 pence. Fish Steak (Halibut today): 5 pence. Beef Steak: 6 pence. Pancakes: 1pence each, or 10 pence for a dozzen Tea: 12 farthings a cup or a half-pence for the whole pot. Extra Hot Water: 2 farthings per pot. Berduskian Black Brew <GM's Note: That's what they call Coffee in this world>: 15 farthings a cup, or one penny for the whole pot. Raspberry cobbler: 2 pence a slice. Blueberry cobbler: 2 pence per slice. Cherry pie: 5 pence per slice. Apple Pie: 5 pence per slice. Milk: 1 penny per cup. Local wine from the keg: 2 pence a cup. Imported wine from the Pirate Isles: 25 gold coins per bottle. Vodka: 20 pence for 3 ounces. Rye whiskey: 25 pence for 3 ounces. Muldery's Heavy Brewed Dark Stout from the keg: 3 pence per stein. Local Ales from the keg: 2p 50f per stein or 5p per pitcher. Soft apple cider: Sorry, no cider today. We expect a fresh delivery soon. Cake rolls with whipped cream sugared strawberries: 1 Dinar. Cookies: 5 farthings each. |
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| Author: | netzen [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:30 pm ] |
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Prosper woke up from his dream. That was...weird. Oh well, Prosper headed downstairs to find Marcus and that elusive mage having breakfast. He would've ordered some, but he had not a farthing on him. He walked up to the bar and said to Marcus; "How would you like to earn back some of the trust you lost Marcus?" |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:04 pm ] |
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{ I apologize for not posting x3; and I apologize to the space-time continuum for breaking it again here... } Acedia's sleep was so deep that nothing, save a severe earthquake or very, very powerful and close explosion could even make her stir a bit. Later (meaning the current RP time), she did wake up, but slowly and confusedly. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was, with whom and for what purpose. She dragged herself out of bed, fixed and smoothed her rumpled dress and headed downstairs as soon as she was awake enough to stay on her feet. Acedia shuffled to the bar and scooted up on a stool. Looking up at the menu-chalkboard behind the bar, she realized just how hungry she'd gotten and frowned briefly. She carried no money, couldn't bring herself to ask the other members of the adventuring party to float her any, and simply refused to part with one of her medallions. Besides, no one in this town had much use for such trinkets, magical or otherwise, so a plate of food for one medallion can hardly be called a fair trade. Then again, Taryn more than likely had a considerable amount of cash on her. Taryn was also her friend and could be persuaded to buy her breakfast. Conveniently, as soon as this possibility came to Acedia's mind, Taryn came back to the inn. It didn't take much persuading to get some money out of her friend, and so Acedia happily ordered one slice of toast, two fried eggs and a cup of tea. |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 2:50 am ] |
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"Poached, Sam. And beef steak." Marcus turned to Prosper. "Tell me more." |
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| Author: | just a username [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 4:12 am ] |
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"I would like two slices please Sam, and I think I'll also have a glass of milk" said Michael. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 7:07 am ] |
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Sam hurried off to fill the breakfast orders just as Farnham came into the room. "Good news, everyone, the reinforcements are here. The Earl of Dunmoor marched in this morning with about 1200 of his Highlander regulars and 200 Lizzardmen mercenaries. Also, there's a full battalion of light horsemen from the shire of Wessex that are supposed to be here within the hour." |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:28 pm ] |
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Tem walked in, his eyes different sizes. "dooG gninrom, enoyerve. Tahw's gniog no?" he said, blearily. <FYI, he's so tired he's speaking in sdrawckab, the language of sleep>"s'erehw nyraT?" He saw several heads in the bar turn. |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:38 am ] |
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"?rof em deen uoy od tahW" asked Taryn, turning to Tem. She wasn't too far from the door, after all. As to why she, too, spoke backward? She's had plenty of time to become fluent, having traveled with a considerable amount of easily-tiring beings. They seemed to understand important things more when spoken to backward. It also helped when she didn't really want to be found out for a supernatural being - pretending to be just incredibly tired usually got suspicious people off of her back fairly quickly. And, hey, when you've got this long to, er, live, it helps to learn a few languages. |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 14, 2006 6:55 am ] |
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While the rest of the party were waking up and having breakfast, Eruantian was already outside, having woken up earlier, checking the remains of his devastated house to see if there was anything left to salvage. As was expected, only metal objects survived the flame, most of which were various tools that you would find in a metalsmith's workshop or others that belonged in a bakery. The recovered objects were as follows: Hammer and pick heads of various sizes(the wooden handels were consumed), chizels, prongs, an ice hook, pots and skillets of various sizes, 5 gold coins, 118 silver coins, and 340 copper coins. Eruantian loaded his belongings in the back of his wagon so that he could use or dispose of them later. Evidentally, Eruantian's entire life's savings added up to 47 Gold coins, 172 Silver coins, and 371 copper coins. The Ice making job apparently paid well enough for his needs. However, it is one thing to rent a house, and a whole different financial matter to build one. There were no more houses for rent in Targos and it did not seem at all likely that he would be able to afford to build a new house by the time winter came. If it wasn't for Maxwell's job offer, Eruantian would indeed be in a very difficult position. After bringing his horse and wagon back to the Tavern's Stable, he decided it was about time for breakfast, so he went inside to join the others. He had intended to discuss plans with Maxwell to see if he needed to sell any of his belongings to make room and help with the budget. It had also just occured to him that he had never asked how much this job payed, which was something he REALLY needed to discuss. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Tue Nov 14, 2006 12:59 pm ] |
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Maxwell joined the others in the tavern for breakfast. He ordered a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, 2 slices of toast, and tea. A few minutes later, Captain Sealem joined him. He looked at the menu. "Ah, Toast. My, but I haven't had toast in ages." Sam looked at him with a very droll expression: "What's the matter, don't they serve toast in Suldeneselar?" Sealem shook his head: "Not very often, no. Just isn't popular. But I've have a set." Sam shook his head and said "You mean two slices?" Sealem nodded "Yes, yes; a pair of toasts please. Oh, and a pot of tea." Captain sealem plunked down the appropriate amount of money on the bar." Sam nodded: "Let me just serve up the previous orders. and I'll get right on that, Captain. Ok, les me see... Poached eggs and beefsteak for Mister Marcus... there you are; and two slices of buttered toast, a hard boiled egg, and a cup of milk for the Mage Micheal. Right, anyone else ready to order?" Maxwell spoke up: "Two cups of Berduskian Black Brew and a dozen pancakes for my brother and I, Sam. You have any syrup?" Sam said: "Sorry, the traders haven't brought me any of that in months. Out of season for it, you know. Got jam, though. "OK, jam's good" replied Maxwell. And with that, breakfast was well underway. |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:48 pm ] |
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{ A pair of toasts...XD Just wanted to comment on that... } |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 14, 2006 7:03 pm ] |
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As Eruantian was walking towards the door of the Tavern, he tried very hard to keep himself from falling down again, making sure to keep his ballance. Then, after a few moments, it occured to him that he wasn't wearing armor. Thankfully, no one noticed the way he was walking. He walked in and sat down at the table that the rest of the party was eating. |
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| Author: | netzen [ Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:01 am ] |
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Prosper leaned in close to Marcus and said," I remember Tem saying that one of the orcish war cheifs has his tentecle displayed like a trophy in his tent. If Tem gets that tentacle back he'll stop being a ghost. My idea is that you, me, and maybe one other party member goes and get's it and at the same time try to gather intelegence about what the orcs are doing and who their leaders are. You gain Maxwell and Tem's trust, and I get a little exitement and a chance to prove my worth. What do you say?" He waited for Marcuses answer. |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Thu Nov 16, 2006 9:12 pm ] |
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<one thing: sdrawkcab has 2 dialects: complete and individual. Complete is where you put the entire saying backwards. Individual is where you put the words in front order, but spell them backwards. Tem speaks in individual, FYI.> "lleW, nyraT, I thguoht ouy thgim pleh em kaens otni eht hsicro pmac..." Tem felt a jolt, and woke up for real."steal my tentacle back from the orcish chief, and help me become un ghostly." <sdrawkcab translation: "Well, Taryn, I thought you might help me seak the orcish camp..."> |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Thu Nov 16, 2006 10:08 pm ] |
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{ You're thorough, at least. } "What favor do I owe you?" she asked, raising a dark-crimson eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. "Even if I did owe you something, I doubt I have the stamina anymore to sustain a glamour for long enough to get into the Orcish camp, get the tentacle, and leave again without being stopped or questioned by anyone. And that would just be by myself. Two would be nearly impossible." Acedia had by this time happily finished her breakfast and would have been completely content with curling up in a ball and falling asleep again. Alas, though, if she were to do so she wouldn't wake up for days. |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Thu Nov 16, 2006 10:51 pm ] |
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"Well who else shall join me!?" said Tem, standing up and flinging his arms wide. "Marcus, you're a juggernaut. You want to help me?"<So, wait, is Taryn like the shades in Eragon at all?> |
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| Author: | netzen [ Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:38 pm ] |
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<No, she's not. If you want a full update on what Taryn is, go to Zyper's intro post. By the way, what happened to Marcus being a lying scum bag whom noone could trust? Looks like your pretty comfortable with him now.> |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:51 pm ] |
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<You remember how I said Tem's a little unstable? Here's an explanation: Being turned into a ghost requires either fierce determination, or an unfinished task. Tem suffers from both. It's extremely gutwrenching, and can drive you mad. Tem's madness is minor, but still all too present.> |
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| Author: | netzen [ Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:23 am ] |
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My computer just tricked me into double posting so if someone with mod powers deleated this I'd be grateful. |
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| Author: | netzen [ Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:23 am ] |
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<Ah, I see now. Carry on.> Prosper looked up. Apperently Tem was also trying to rally support for a tentacle rescue. In Prospers opinion that was fine, but trying to get the whole party to go along was a bit much. "Don't you think it would be a bit unwise to send the whole party along? Maybe 2 or three group members, but not the entire party. Meanwhile the army camped outside the gates was begining to stir. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Fri Nov 17, 2006 1:56 am ] |
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<GM's Note: Yes, actually, the orcs ARE beginning to stir. Their leader has seen that they are now heavily outnumbered and the orcs are preparing to retreat. But none of you know that yet, so carry on as if I hadn't said anything.> |
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