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by waysoftheearth » Thu May 05, 2011 1:21 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
The company are busy discussing supplies and directions for the day, picking their teeth, and strapping on sword belts and coats of mail when there comes suddenly from the direction of the gate and great clanging racket.
"Hail the keep!" bellows a rough voice, the clanging against the portcullis continuing unabated.
"Answer to me, you sorry wretch!"
(Continues in thread 23...)
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]