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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ftr" data-source="post: 5141647" data-attributes="member: 88732">Point of view: Aaerdon  part IIScrew it, I thought to myself. Freelancer, eh?  Well then, lets see if I can't just scare up some paid work then. I began mingling again, although not attempting to find a job, but to listen to what people were talking about.  Maybe a bit of gossip could lead to a bit of a rumble and some loot.  At the old barracks, we would always hears stories of mercs making bold raids and even exploring Outside and coming back with gold and bits of magic.  It seems that was to be my job now.  Fine.  I can do that.  I'm strong. Stronger than anyone else I know.  I've got my kit and a big bastard of a spear. I got everything I need to join one of these little merc parties.  Now I just gotta find one.It didn't take long to catch a whiff of something.  A bard of questionable skill was chattin it up with a few of these adventurin types.  I was about to cut in and try to say soething clever, when a hubbub stared over by the pier's edge.  I pushed my way through to see if it meant a good fight was starting or maybe a bit of work was to be had.Just a s I get to the pier, I can see my old mate John pointing at some barrels n the water.  These were the big hogsheads that beer brewing and pickling is used for.  I was just wondering what might be in them, when they burst open and a bunch of gobs came crawlin out like roaches.  John and I looked at each other and smiled big toothy smiles.  We readied our weapons in gleeful anticipation.  This was turning out to be a good party after all!The fight was a bit of a disappointment, really.  Gobs are stupid and don't really put up much of a fight.  Although there was one of them shaman types that hit me with some magic that had my blood on fire for a bit.  It didn't last long. It never does.  I'm just a too big for minor magic to really hurt.  the highlight of the fight came when I got to watch a bunch of squishies getting their ass handed to em by a giant pigeon.  John had to go over and put it down after ending a few gobs.  As was my wont, I looked for the leader and sprinted towards him.  It was a gob witchdoctor or something, perched on a bobbing barrel and tossing spells at the crowd.  When I strode to the pier's edge, the gob hit me with something that felt like my blood was on fire.  Damn it hurt!  But I'm used to pain.  Pain is something I understand. The gob on the barrel looked smug, seeing the distance between the pier and his barrel.  I smiled grimly and used a move I practice every day.  Planting my feet like steel clad trees, I lunged over the edge of the pier and shot my greatspear out, catching only the last six inches of the shaft.  The gleaming blade hurtled towards the gob.  The blade was in his gut before he could even register surprise.  IT was a good shot.  The only thing that saved the gob was the distance. Only four inches of my spear actually reached him.  It was enough.  The now terrified gob threw himself into the water to escape me and was immolated by a blast of energy from one of the squishies in the crowd.A lot of talk happened after the fight. I can't say that I followed it all.  But eventually a small mob formed to go find out where the gobs came from and I decided to go as well.  Maybe there would be loot.  For sure there would be a good fight.  My friend John was going, so at least I would know someone.  Hell, maybe I'd make some friends, make some money, and get in a good fight or two along the way.  This was a great party.  I snap a souvenir off the neck of one of the gobs.  I hang the strange little amulet on my armor with the dozens of others and prepare to move out.  Good thing I brought my full kit...</blockquote>

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