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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Inez Hull" data-source="post: 476014" data-attributes="member: 5114">From out of the swirling mists slid a magnificent example of the feminine form. Tall, perfectly proportioned and wearing an extremely close fitting set of leather buckskins, a young elven maid strode confidently towards the little group. Wilson smiled, Zeek attempted a little bow but gave up midway when his belly refused to crease, and the hulk shook back his golden locks and manfully pushed forward his chest.“Shana, elven ranger first class”, she announced.“Yo, babe, nice name...”, began the hulk.“Firstly”, Shana cut across him, “please don’t make the mistake that I am the light relief for the group. Secondly, touch me and I’ll cut your nuts and bolts off, metal head”. The hulk’s chest deflated like a popped balloon. “Right”, said Wilson, “that’s sorted out; nobody touches the babe. How many’s that then, four? Wer’e missing a...”,Shana squealed. From behind her, a form, barely four feet tall, appeared with a face that would make a troll retch. “...thief”, Wilson finished.“Spud at your service”, said the hideous thing, “halfling master thief, master merchant and...”, here he balanced a skillet by its handle on the end of one finger, “...master chef”.“Halfling, my eye!” Shana revolted. “Halflings are cute, lovable little creatures. “ You’re..., well..., plain horrible!”“Yeah”, agreed Spud, “charisma throw wasn’t what it could have been. Still you’ve gotta get along with what you’ve got”. He leered at Shana who quickly turned away to prevent the vomit in her throat rising further.The chatter came to an abrupt halt as the air was rent by a resounding crash and flash of lightning. From a hole torn through the stuff of chaos, rimmed in blinding light that silhouetted his tall form, strode a man dressed in filigreed plate mail. Tousled red plumes sprang from his closed helm, and a mighty shield embossed with bold heraldic signs swung on his arm as he bounced into the midst of the party.“Oh no”, Wilson groaned.“I am Virgil!” the hero’s voice boomed in his helm. “Knight Paladin! Defender of the Realm! Protector of the Weak! Scourge of Evil! Saviour of the...”.“Al’right, al’right”, Wilson buted in, “we get the picture. Just cut out the self adulation while I’m around will you?”“Sure”, beamed the Paladin, “just trying to make a point. Well, who are my worthy companions in our upcoming adventure?” He slapped Abel Zeek’s back, almost causing the cleric to choke on the bagel he had been nibbling. “What? Oh, well I’m Wilson the mage, this is our cleric, Abel Zeek, Shana is the ranger, Spud, the thing, and err..., we never did catch your name”. He turned to the blushing hulk. “Come on, spit it out. Can’t spend the rest of our lives calling you ‘the fighter’ now, can we?”“Mnmnng”, the fighter mumbled.“What?”“Manngggn the Magnificent”.“Pardon, still didn’t quite catch it”, Wilson pursued.“I said”, his voice embarrassingly loud, “MANGO THE MAGNIFICENT!”The group fell as one to it’s knees, creased in communal laughter, Zeek’s flabby face exploding munched bagel. Mango fiddled with the pommel of his sword and cursed the player who had named him.</blockquote>

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