Icarus Wolf-Swift
This weekend I got was on a terrible drinking binge and ended up getting so drunk that I blacked out. upon waking up I found myself tied up in a wooden shack, surrounded by torture tools and human remains. This wasn't the first time I had been drugged and kidnapped, I assumed it must be the ork scorchers I wronged when trying to claim jump their herd and killed their leader. after a few hours of struggling with my ropes I found that I was about half way to getting out, when a hooded man entered the shack. He informed me that I was at Grakkor and that he was going to sacrifice me and then use my body as a undead servant. Me pretty much being a baby seal at the mercy of a drunken sailor with father issues, resorted to my last ditch tactic; Buffing. I informed him that I wouldn't make a good undead because I have a rare bone condition that causes my bones to turn to dust when I die. We went back and forth until he finally was done with my shit, as he was coming at me we hear a large commotion outside. It sounded like a army was raiding the Town, and they were getting closer. When the robed man was distracted by the sound, I broke free and started to grapple with the man. several minutes of fighting occurred as I tried to wrestle the knife out of his hand, when I did I managed to kill him and found my stuff in a near by chest. Upon leaving the shack I found that many adepts I know and have heard of were outside fighting some kind of large Flesh Monster and a guy named "Ph'teve" I joined in and helped finish off the man while the other people killed the monster. We celebrated afterwards and I met alot of new friends, Mainly a Large Troll named "Norg" who informed me that he wanted to train to be an Air Sailor! I thought that was neat. Statistics:Posted by Icarus-Wolfswift — Sun Jun 14, 2020 1:12 am
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