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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jonesy" data-source="post: 5837414" data-attributes="member: 10324"><p>307) The Chatty Sword. "Hi, thanks for finding me. I spent two years just lying on that dusty dirty floor. I only saw the occasional orc war party go past, and one time this old dwarf picked me up and looked me up and down like I was a funny stick with bells and whistles. Then he just dropped me. I tried convincing him to take me along, but I guess he didn't speak any of the sixteen languages I know. Or maybe he was deaf, I suppose. Anyway, what are you up to? Any slayings to do? People to kill, treasure to find? Back in the day I used to be pretty darn good at those things. Found a whole chest full of diamonds one time. My owner at the time was this lovely elven lass called Illyria, but she was killed by the owner of that chest I found. Now him, he was a nice guy. Bit crazy, called me Marly, that's my name, but he called me Mad Marly, kind of an ill-fitting nickname I thought, but see the killings we did together, oh those were exciting days, lots of things happening. Not like the past year when nothing happened, the dust layer just kept rising slowly. Like watching grass grow, not that I've ever done that. Now my name, that's an interesting story. The human who forged me, he was called Feldrin, Feldrin the Strong, he named me after his father, Marly Wishman. Wishman, he didn't do much, but Feldring was always fond of him and that was that. Well, I guess it wasn't that interesting of a story afterall. But the treasure, see, I'm very good at tracking down valuables. Got a nose for it. Not an actual nose you see, for I am just a sword. And when I say just I mean I'm really good at being a sword. Very sharp, never need any sharpening. But you can probably tell, you look like the type who knows this stuff. I'm sure we'll do great things together.."</p></blockquote><p></p>

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