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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]The fight was harder than he reckoned it was going to be Bahali thought to himself as he staggered into a tree. But then, thats what he liked about hunting Hill Giants, a tough fight. Well, that and a heavy purse. He had remembered to take the Giants coin pouch hadn't he? Reaching down to the bag on his belt he felt it's reassuring weight and grinned. Yea, it was almost always worth it when you could kill one. Taking stock of his wounds he found he was bleeding from a dozen wounds, his left eye was swollen shut and his skull was fractured on that side. No matter, his trollish regeneration and the magic of his armour were already working on healing his wounds. Taking several steps to the next tree he tried to remember where he was headed but it seemed so hard to think, not that it ever came easily. A tavern? Odd just up ahead he saw one through a clearing in the trees. That must be it. He was invited there, wasn't he? Couldn't remember. Who would have invited him? Yet he seemed to think he was. Well they should have food there at the least. And ale. That decided it, he needed a drink and his own flask was long since empty. He felt most of the way healed by now anyway so moving to the doorway he reached for the knob and bent down to clear the doorframe. If he was invited, so be it. If not he would just kill whoever was inside and help himself. Sounded good. Opening the door he stepped through and called out "'Ello dare, what we gotz here?" [/quote]
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House Blackrose
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replied on: 5/22/2003 5:02:18 PM

The fight was harder than he reckoned it was going to be Bahali thought to himself as he staggered into a tree. But then, thats what he liked about hunting Hill Giants, a tough fight. Well, that and a heavy purse. He had remembered to take the Giants coin pouch hadn't he? Reaching down to the bag on his belt he felt it's reassuring weight and grinned. Yea, it was almost always worth it when you could kill one. Taking stock of his wounds he found he was bleeding from a dozen wounds, his left eye was swollen shut and his skull was fractured on that side. No matter, his trollish regeneration and the magic of his armour were already working on healing his wounds. Taking several steps to the next tree he tried to remember where he was headed but it seemed so hard to think, not that it ever came easily. A tavern? Odd just up ahead he saw one through a clearing in the trees. That must be it. He was invited there, wasn't he? Couldn't remember. Who would have invited him? Yet he seemed to think he was. Well they should have food there at the least. And ale. That decided it, he needed a drink and his own flask was long since empty. He felt most of the way healed by now anyway so moving to the doorway he reached for the knob and bent down to clear the doorframe. If he was invited, so be it. If not he would just kill whoever was inside and help himself. Sounded good. Opening the door he stepped through and called out "'Ello dare, what we gotz here?"

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