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Consciousness slowly seeps back into the Paladin,and coming with it a calvacade of memories.His memories as an Undead Hunter ,the leering faces of vampires and liches falling before his sword. The bright flaming pain of Firkragg and his roars and laughter. The last memory was of dancing with a heavyset woman who seemed unnaturally hairy...voices came to him as if from the other end of a long tunnel.
"He's coming around,I'm getting my ring back now." He opens his eyes to see a half-orc bent over him,waving a hand in front of his face.
"How many fingers you see?" The half-orc growls at him.
" Unnhh..twelve...thirty-six? I was never good at math.." He rises unsteadily to his feet,and makes sure his own ring of Gaxx is on his hand where it should be, and pulls his Holy Avenger from the body of the great beast. He sets the point on the ground and leans on it waiting for the dizziness to past.
"So which way to my eggs? I mean to the exit?"
"Hmmm.",growls the half-orc, "Not all marbles back in his bag,but long as sword arm works so what?"
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Grinch
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