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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 1228296" data-attributes="member: 4036">Bargo pounds his way north doing a surprisingly good job of keeping up with Durgo, his slashed armor actually making it light enough for him to ignore it.  Bargo smiles as he gains one more step on his father. Raising elf-splitter above his head he gains closer and closer.  Durgo doesn't even see it coming.  Sixty plus pounds of enchanted wickedly curving metal cleaves down through his skull before coming to a stop mid back on the massive ogre.  His limbs twitch convulsively as his bastard son is coated in a fountain of blood... ***Bargo wakes out his daydream when he smacks into the back of Durgo who stopped to check his gear.</blockquote>