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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hurrell" data-source="post: 936950" data-attributes="member: 12405">Hurrell's diaryRecent events have sparked in me an interest to create a personal journey, something to be able to track the adventures of a group of people I’ve come to be with.  In case anyone other than myself should show an interest, I suppose the first order of business would be to tell the reader a little of our party, and then of myself.  Our party consists of a dwarven battle-rager named Ulfgar, a half-elf cleric named Luxar, a gnome illusionist named Ramzina FnipperMoore, a elven bard named Tat Hathu, a human druid named Zul, an elven rogue named Arwen, and myself, an elven deep woods sniper named Hurrell.    I’ll tell a little about each person now.  Ulfgar, always the first of the party into battle, quick and eager to jump into the thick of things.  He shows a ferocity in combat that I’ve seen little of, and though we’d had our differences in the past, he is a man I am glad to be able to call a friend now.    Luxar, our cleric.  I’ve never seen a cleric quite like him.  For as deeply religious as he can seem sometimes, I’ve seen him as many times drinking the night away and trying to win over some lovely bar maid with his charms.  Many a time his healing spells have kept the group’s strength up.    Ramzina FnipperMoore.  Don’t ask me to pronounce her name; I had to check twice to make sure I had the spelling of it.  Our gnome illusionist has gone through some trying experiences with our group, not always getting a warm welcome, and indeed in the mining town of Riddick she was not allowed in to several of the local stores simply by her being a gnome.  She may be the smallest of our band, but the potency of her spells carries a gigantic weight.    Arwen, quite the picture of feminine beauty this one, and she seems to enjoy using it to flirt with various males, both in the party as well as out.  Though were it not for her sharp eye and nimble fingers we’d fall victim to many of the traps laid in our way.    Zul, our druid.  Like me, he has a tendency to favor the wooded areas, though when we enter a busier city he seems uneasy and a little anxious perhaps at the crowds of people.  But should the need to fight arise he is quick to cast those feelings aside and lend his skill to battle.    Lastly, myself, Hurrell.  A ranger turned deep woods sniper.  Like most of the group, I am traveling to Biffur at the order of General Corwin, and serving under him as part of Simmur’s militia.  With the exception of Zul, who has recently joined us, we were all sent to find out what we can of the source of recent gnome troubles in Simmur.</blockquote>

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