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January 18, 2007

Jim: Take Yon Flask

To Tippian the elf, his human companion sounded like a plodding stone golem. “We’re getting close now,” Tippian hissed. “Can you be more quiet?”

Bragda the warrior shrugged massive shoulders. “You try moving quietly with a sword, a shield, and a hundred pounds of chain mail,” he growled in reply.

The elf carefully peered around the next corner. “It doesn’t matter,” he sighed. “The dragon isn’t even here!”

“Now all this gold is ours,” grinned Bragda.

In the cavernous shadows above, an ancient, evil wyrm stretched enormous leather wings and waited to see if the trespassers made their saving throws.

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Comments

Ahahahaha! Fun!

Posted by: Stacy at January 18, 2007 5:27 PM · Permalink