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Danger and Battles Increase
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zanthrin From: zanthrin Date: November 5th, 2004 10:08 am (UTC) (Link)
*ahem* As a Wolven, I can state that this account is horribly inaccurate, at least in parts. Let me clarify...

Myself and a few friends had slept in late that morning -- we had spent the previous night raiding a farmhouse, and what with all the burning and screaming that ensued, it was a long and glorious night. We all drank too much of the farmer's wine (darn cheap brand!), and so we were still sleeping as the sun reached its peak.

Eventually, though, the pounding in our heads subsided a bit, and we decided to look for some fun. We were wandering along near Big Bow Trail, I believe, when we smelled something like rotten fish. Sure enough, down the path aways was a group of oh-so-pristine adventurers in blue, with little goofy fish symbols sprinkled here and there on them. You know the type -- can't be bothered to do real peasant work, but instead are always off "adventuring." Real "grass is always greener" types. They're the ones who always come back with inflated stories, too: "We saved the world from everlasting darkness!" "We killed a hundred slavering Wolven with our bare hands, and then had time for lunch!"

Lies, all of it! Let me tell you how these *adventurers* really behaved!

So, as I said, we saw them wandering cluelessly along Big Bow, and decided to have some fun. Now, we've met other groups like this, and generally taunt them for a bit, until they foolishly rush us and meet their deaths on our swords. I have to admit to feeling some pride whenever we do that, since we're making the world better one group of adventurers at a time.

This morning, though, we start in on our usual taunting ... and what do they do? They scamper quickly up to holy ground, to avoid fighting! "No," I hear you saying, "Adventurers would never behave thusly!" Sad, but true. Amazed, we followed up and stood outside the clearing, trying to get at least *one* of them to grow a spine and come die for us! But no, they huddle there, out of range, even the fighters refusing to meet us.

There's not too much more to tell. We eventually gave in and wandered off looking for easier targets. I suspect they dithered there a while, eventually emerged, and were slaughtered by one of Morgoth's groups. I haven't heard from Morgoth recently, so he's probably sleeping off an enjoyable slaughter.
renniekins From: renniekins Date: November 5th, 2004 10:26 am (UTC) (Link)
It's an interesting version you tell. But if my party was slaughtered by Morgoth's group, then how is it that I lived to tell this tale?

I don't know this Morgoth of whom you speak, but perhaps you haven't seen him because he was one of the many wolven who tasted our swords! (Did he carry a bow, by any chance?)
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 1st, 2004 09:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
I doubt I did. A skull-headed staff, perhaps. I have others use bows for me. Hard to get good minions out in Moreth, though.
If you are curious, just ask Arden what Morgoth looks like...(insert evil chuckles)

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