NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Digger" data-source="post: 4804630" data-attributes="member: 73964">Harald Gaptooth, dwarven drunk, gambler and FighterHarald staggered down the dark alleyway. Despite his condition he wended his way home with almost mystical precision. Without seeming to pay any attention he avoided not only the <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />, dog, human and…unidentified, which littered his way home but also the assorted other hazards: He ducked his head at the right point to avoid the loose board sticking out from old man Hangstrom’s hovel, he jinked left as he approached the deep pothole at the next junction and he kicked the tied up dog which always lunged at his legs as he passed its kennel.  He turned in to the stairway and thudded up the steps, his iron-soled boots making a tremendous racket, as usual. And, as usual, his landlord yelled as he passed his door. “By the Gods Gaptooth, what have I told you about the noise? Any more and you’ll be out on your ear. Waukeen’s <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />, you’ll be the death of me, I tell you.” Harald didn’t answer, he never did. He crashed into his tiny, dirty room, flopped down onto his tiny, dirty cot and lay there staring at a ceiling he couldn’t see, but knew was there. After a moment he drew the iron-shod cudgel from his belt and dropped it to the floor, rolled over and started to try to go to sleep.</blockquote>

Verification