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-------------- BLOOD AND GUTS -------------- Amidst the Weddings and interviews, there are fights that break out in Thera all the time. Most of the time they go unnoticed by the general population in the way that the birds do, commonplace. But sometimes, a Herald is around and the fight gets recorded for all the world to see. Not too far in the past I battled Urix, a warrior Legion. I was hunting blood shamans when my party scouted him nearby and felt threatened. We disposed of him only to understand that he was not prepared for the encounter. His limited arsenal of weapons and armor hindered his fighting readiness. I immediately felt apathetic and was soon the victim of a substantial amount of profane name-calling. Because of my social nature, I explained my case and further elaborated that the Legionnaires aren't well known to have peaceful relations with neighboring individuals who devote themselves to the Light. Soon after, Urix fell to the hands of a ranger and shaman. Ever so frustrated, Urix decided to separate himself from these lands and never be seen again. Before doing this, he called on me to meet him in Valour and spoke that he had something to give me. I must admit that I believed it to be a trap but my curious nature controlled my actions yet again. On our reunion he immediately gave me his financial savings, and bid his farewell. I thought it ironic that one with such an evil nature gave to an Elven woman in the city of Valour nonetheless. Perhaps there more with a hidden sense of goodness, and perhaps they can be converted when it is not already too late. I was performing in North square, when I witnessed this warfare. In came the beared one of Dark, When alas, Crossed blades struck a spark. Twas the winged warrior Korro, who struck at him, and brought his sorrow. Round and round they went, And quickly Xeric's life was spent. When the dark dwarf's body hit the ground, I heard nary naught a sound. As he laid there, cold and still, with his rares, Korro had his will. So this to you I say, if you wish not the keeper to have his way.... Beware the wears of the rares. --- (Check out guts to see the last of the fights we have recorded for you.) --- |
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