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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Inez Hull" data-source="post: 475971" data-attributes="member: 5114">A Maiden Misadventure I: What’s In A Name?The swirling mists of chaos stuff danced and whirled, pale lights twinkled and glowed. In the distance, you could just hear the sounds of dice being rolled; the fevered scratch of lead on parchment; squeals of delight mixed with cries of anguish as lives to shape, fleshed out gained character.There came a sharp rustle and clatter, then the chaos stuff slowly pulled aside to reveal a huge muscular figure glistening in freshly silvered mail. He brushed aside his flowing golden mane, checked the sword that hung at his side, then methodically tightened the numerous straps and buckles that held his armour tight.Another clatter, another figure slowly formed. This one thin, lithe, furtive, clad in a colourful rune-robe. He paused, looking cautiously about him, then spilled the contents of a leather backpack onto the ground. He quickly picked up a thin tome and earnestly perused its pages.“Geez, I don’t believe he took that spell. What a load of cr@p.”Faint shadows drifted in and out of the twilight. On the verge of hearing, distant sounds echoed of other people and stranger places. Pasts long forgotten, futures yet to arrive. The newly formed pair, however, went about their business apparently unconcerned with other, more pressing matters.“How come they always give us such sh#t names?” cursed the heavily armoured, hulkish figure.“What? Oh, hi! Didn’t notice you there. Wilson’s the name. Wilson Wormke”. The thin man extended a pallid hand. The hulk ignored it, scowling furiously.“See! Done the same to you. Wilson! Bloody ridiculous”.“Oh, I dunno”, Wilson replied, “I quite like it myself. Anyway, looks like I’m your mage”.The hulk scowled even more furiously, closely examining the freshly honed blade of his longsword.“Please yourself then”, said Wilson, withdrawing his hand. Chaos billowed again. A third figure appeared. Round, a lardy ball on wobbling legs dressed in a flowing cassock.“Let me guess, cleric”, Wilson conjectured.“Got it in one. Abel Zeek’s the name”.“See, you got a decent one”, muttered the hulk.“Don’t worry about him. Yet to meet a fighter with enough sense to make him worth talking to”, said Wilson.“Yeah”, agreed the cleric.“Wilson’s the name”. The pair shook hands warmly. “So, who’s the lucky god this time then? Tyr? Ra? Freya?”“Er, not quite. My god’s name is Shannafria”.“Bless you. Got a cold, huh?”“No, you don’t understand. That was no sneeze, it is the name of my god, Shannafria”, Abel Zeek explained glumly. “Never heard of him”, Wilson said suppressing a snicker.“Her”, corrected Zeek. “Me neither. A thousand perfectly useful deities to choose from and I get a master who invents one of his own. Not only that, he makes me the only character alive who actually believes in her. What kind of start in life does that give you?”Wilson nodded sagely, beginning to doubt Zeek’s sanity.“It gets worse. Look at this!” Zeek waved a little feather around his head. “This is my holy symbol, a stinking dove’s feather!”“That will certainly inspire fear in the hearts of enemies”, Wilson commiserated.“Yeah, and another thing...”, Zeek’s tirade halted with a gasp as Wilson’s bony elbow dug into his chubby midriff.“Geez! Get a load of that”.</blockquote>

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