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yukity yuk yuk !!
She would need that hand washed then, like, before the resurrection....
<hobbit siddles out>
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<small expellation of breath from beneath the table>
"cor! held you by the beard and dragged ya head down... and you fought her off ??!!"
<goblin goes to another table to steal peanuts from>
>
> From: Errol Cavit <ecavit@tollnz.co.nz>
> Date: 2004/08/12 Thu AM 11:47:14 GMT+12:00
> To: dq-pub@dq.sf.org.nz
> Subject: [dq-pub] Elfenburg Portal
>
> [WordSmith is drinking in the Guild pub a couple of days after the first
> full moon following the Guild meeting. He is combing his very bedraggled
> beard, and swearing at any elves that come to his attention. Any sympathetic
> dwarves that ask will get this tale...]
>
> We were walking along the slow portal from Elfenburg - you know, the safe
> one that is a path through a swamp, takes 3 hours. We're escorting this
> Brastor noble who is fated to lead her people from the darkness, blah blah
> blah, standard vague stuff. Pooncey, as you would expect, and a Bard to
> boot. The Dark Circle has noticed her, and we had already dealt with two
> attempts to off her.
>
> So there's this whistling sound, and a glowing red and black ball passes
> overhead, and appears to land some ways ahead, out of sight. After a few
> minutes, the undead show up. Melisand manages to fall into the swamp. I go
> to help her out, she having the 'Black Flame' magical sword, just the thing
> to deal to the skellies and what-not, plus whatever the column of flame is.
> Bloody elf pulls me in too! Eventually I get my feet on the path, but the
> dumb bint is holding my head under - by the beard!!! THEN she climbs out -
> along me of course - and proceeds to get lashed by the hellfire whips.
> Another elf has to grab the sword, while I put a couple of counters down,
> then charge the thing. All but one of us end up unconscious, half in the
> swamp. My weasel finished it off. Stinking elves! We even had to carry
> Melisand's body out!
>
> Then when we get back here the Security goons get all excited because the
> 'safe' portal doesn't seem so safe any more. 'Debrief' us for ages - I've
> only just got the chance to straighten out my beard. Mine's a Old
> Stronginthearm. Bloody elves!
>
>
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<P><FONT SIZE=2>[WordSmith is drinking in the Guild pub a couple of days after the first full moon following the Guild meeting. He is combing his very bedraggled beard, and swearing at any elves that come to his attention. Any sympathetic dwarves that ask will get this tale...]</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=2>We were walking along the slow portal from Elfenburg - you know, the safe one that is a path through a swamp, takes 3 hours. We're escorting this Brastor noble who is fated to lead her people from the darkness, blah blah blah, standard vague stuff. Pooncey, as you would expect, and a Bard to boot. The Dark Circle has noticed her, and we had already dealt with two attempts to off her.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=2>So there's this whistling sound, and a glowing red and black ball passes overhead, and appears to land some ways ahead, out of sight. After a few minutes, the undead show up. Melisand manages to fall into the swamp. I go to help her out, she having the 'Black Flame' magical sword, just the thing to deal to the skellies and what-not, plus whatever the column of flame is. Bloody elf pulls me in too! Eventually I get my feet on the path, but the dumb bint is holding my head under - by the beard!!! THEN she climbs out - along me of course - and proceeds to get lashed by the hellfire whips. Another elf has to grab the sword, while I put a couple of counters down, then charge the thing. All but one of us end up unconscious, half in the swamp. My weasel finished it off. Stinking elves! We even had to carry Melisand's body out!</FONT></P>
<P><FONT SIZE=2>Then when we get back here the Security goons get all excited because the 'safe' portal doesn't seem so safe any more. 'Debrief' us for ages - I've only just got the chance to straighten out my beard. Mine's a Old Stronginthearm. Bloody elves!</FONT></P>
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