Yes, yes, it's not finished yet. But, well, I did say I'd write something in honour of seeing the Ironworks forums up and running again, and I'm going to do it, even if no-one's not even slightly interested, because I'm vain like that! (ALRIGHT?!?
) But I decided, in the interests of good advertising, to give out a snippet...
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Tancred could quite easily move, but movement wasn’t going to get him out of this. The crowd of baying Drow forced him towards the fighting pit, and it would take strength greater than his to force them back. He could see his opponent, Chalinthra, playing to the crowd, leaping and whipping her swords through the air at a speed that Tancred could hardly believe. Her athleticism, her arrogance and the look of perfect concentration on her face all added up to one thing – a master. Her movements screamed her status as a professional killer, and spoke of a grace that she could use to easily slay, or cripple and slay, anyone she faced.
The Paladin liked to think of himself as a skilled fighter, but a fatalistic awe overcame him as he watched the woman.
He suddenly realised he was going to die.
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Tancred
Don't know what bit this is? Good! Neither do I!