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<blockquote data-quote="Gerik" data-source="post: 2562729">&quot;I can't see your stories?!&quot; Then looking at the pages, he learns that he can not. There was nothing on any of the pages. &quot;My, that is a fancy bit of magic you do there. Could you tell me how you do it? If you can't that is fine with me.&quot;Then taking a drink of his whiskey, Gerik turns to Salvien. That was a great story, you say that you are not a worriar, that is strange that the Blade choose you. But the divine have never shown their ways to mortals, so you might be a worriar at heart. May I hold it or will it hurt me, I do not wish to die. I have many more adventures and a lordship of my own that I must protect and I am not just saying that to get your ax.&quot;Smiling broadly he pats his hip and there is a wonderful blade, crafted of pure steel and a handle of bronze, gold and silver. &quot;This blade was my father's, when he died my mother gave it to me and told me that it was made by a dwarf and an elf. The blade has never been sharpened, it seems to sharpen itself.&quot;&nbsp;Laughing he sits back and drinks some more, then calling loudly for the bar wench to bring more.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gerik, post: 2562729"] "I can't see your stories?!" [I]Then looking at the pages, he learns that he can not. There was nothing on any of the pages.[/I] "My, that is a fancy bit of magic you do there. Could you tell me how you do it? If you can't that is fine with me." [I]Then taking a drink of his whiskey, Gerik turns to Salvien.[/I] That was a great story, you say that you are not a worriar, that is strange that the Blade choose you. But the divine have never shown their ways to mortals, so you might be a worriar at heart. May I hold it or will it hurt me, I do not wish to die. I have many more adventures and a lordship of my own that I must protect and I am not just saying that to get your ax." [I]Smiling broadly he pats his hip and there is a wonderful blade, crafted of pure steel and a handle of bronze, gold and silver.[/I] "This blade was my father's, when he died my mother gave it to me and told me that it was made by a dwarf and an elf. The blade has never been sharpened, it seems to sharpen itself." [I]Laughing he sits back and drinks some more, then calling loudly for the bar wench to bring more.[/I] [/QUOTE]

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