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Link · 10-26-2001, 05:23 AM

A dark voice sounds from the trees nearby, and a cloaked figure jumps down from a huge oak tree.
"Any room for a humble fighter in your group? The name's Link, and I will help you in your quest, whenever you want me to."
The cloaked figure then sits down on a rock and draws his sword. It reflects the light of the moon, and all present can see that the sword is fascinating. The grip, made out of brown leather, holds a strange shimmering, and the blade itself has surrounds the noble warrior with an eerie light.
"In case you want to know," Link begins," this sword was made by the in a dwarven smithee in the north, where the icy winds created a snowy country. In the deep caverns, where it is bearable to live, a group of dwarfs have established themselves. I visited them some time ago."
The warrior falls silent, and stares at the others for some time. Then his eyes return on investigating the state of the sword. Suddenly he continues.
"It is a Mithril Blade +6, and very powerful. Extremely powerful in the hands of someone who can't handle the power." He pauses and takes a deep breath, before continueing. "But I can handle this sword, that I can assure you."

Link suddenly rises to his feet, and without a sounds he proceeds to the group. "So what'll it be? Will we be standing here forever, or are we on the move, solving the quest?"

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Guns don't kill people, people kill other people.
So, therefore:
Nobody moves! Give me your wallet! I'm holding a person right here!

Link
Overlord Executioner, Slayer of Fluffed Beings
Member of Clan HADB
Supreme Warrior of Myst
Official Entertainer in Cloudy's Cafe

[This message has been edited by Link (edited 10-26-2001).]

10-26-2001, 05:23 AM	#20
Link Jack Burton Join Date: May 15, 2001 Location: The Netherlands Age: 41 Posts: 5,888	A dark voice sounds from the trees nearby, and a cloaked figure jumps down from a huge oak tree. "Any room for a humble fighter in your group? The name's Link, and I will help you in your quest, whenever you want me to." The cloaked figure then sits down on a rock and draws his sword. It reflects the light of the moon, and all present can see that the sword is fascinating. The grip, made out of brown leather, holds a strange shimmering, and the blade itself has surrounds the noble warrior with an eerie light. "In case you want to know," Link begins," this sword was made by the in a dwarven smithee in the north, where the icy winds created a snowy country. In the deep caverns, where it is bearable to live, a group of dwarfs have established themselves. I visited them some time ago." The warrior falls silent, and stares at the others for some time. Then his eyes return on investigating the state of the sword. Suddenly he continues. "It is a Mithril Blade +6, and very powerful. Extremely powerful in the hands of someone who can't handle the power." He pauses and takes a deep breath, before continueing. "But I can handle this sword, that I can assure you." Link suddenly rises to his feet, and without a sounds he proceeds to the group. "So what'll it be? Will we be standing here forever, or are we on the move, solving the quest?" ------------------ Guns don't kill people, people kill other people. So, therefore: Nobody moves! Give me your wallet! I'm holding a person right here! Link Overlord Executioner, Slayer of Fluffed Beings Member of Clan HADB Supreme Warrior of Myst Official Entertainer in Cloudy's Cafe [This message has been edited by Link (edited 10-26-2001).]