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<blockquote data-quote="hellbender" data-source="post: 1114661" data-attributes="member: 795">The wounded elf breathes a sigh of relief and regains a bit of his composure, &quot;Please forgive my exasperation, I am Erelden of Forngladden, one of the protectorate of that town. The ambush took us by storm and then the discovery of sabotage to our weapons, bowstrings rent, some bows snapped as by a terrible force, arrows broken and littered about our small armoury. Many fine swords turned up missing, and even somehow orcs had sneaked into our town to wreak havoc!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; From the back of the lodge a tall man with a long dark beard and wearing a stained leather apron stands up from his seat at a table, he is Haerek Wyst, a fletcher and bowyer by trade, &quot;Erelden, if we may be of any help, I pledge to send with any who would venture to aid Forngladden bows and arrows to help replenish your loss.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;And I,&quot; says a stalwart dwarf in dark green tunic and leggings, his long beard festooned with rings and trinkets, seated at a nearby table, setting down his tankard of ale, &quot;pledge a fair number of good swords and axes to aid your cause as well, Tarblin Thunderblade at your service, and at the service of the good folk of Forngladden. I am sure we can gather a cart and pony to carry a few supplies and weapons to Forngladden. Meanwhile, we must also prepare ourselves against attack. This does ring of sorcery most vile.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hellbender, post: 1114661, member: 795"] The wounded elf breathes a sigh of relief and regains a bit of his composure, "Please forgive my exasperation, I am Erelden of Forngladden, one of the protectorate of that town. The ambush took us by storm and then the discovery of sabotage to our weapons, bowstrings rent, some bows snapped as by a terrible force, arrows broken and littered about our small armoury. Many fine swords turned up missing, and even somehow orcs had sneaked into our town to wreak havoc!" From the back of the lodge a tall man with a long dark beard and wearing a stained leather apron stands up from his seat at a table, he is Haerek Wyst, a fletcher and bowyer by trade, "Erelden, if we may be of any help, I pledge to send with any who would venture to aid Forngladden bows and arrows to help replenish your loss." "And I," says a stalwart dwarf in dark green tunic and leggings, his long beard festooned with rings and trinkets, seated at a nearby table, setting down his tankard of ale, "pledge a fair number of good swords and axes to aid your cause as well, Tarblin Thunderblade at your service, and at the service of the good folk of Forngladden. I am sure we can gather a cart and pony to carry a few supplies and weapons to Forngladden. Meanwhile, we must also prepare ourselves against attack. This does ring of sorcery most vile." [/QUOTE]

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