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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1163568" data-attributes="member: 11574">Alriand finishes gathering up some firewood, and heads back to the campsite. Her aching head trying to come up with a nice little plan that will end with her obtaining the gem that fell from the dead halfling. With the ability to gain that kind of power with her mind, would surely be unstoppable. That thought alone made her drool, her next thought of being more powerful than that smelly half-orc made her ecstatic. Whistling a tune as she got back to camp, Alriand sees that Tharhack has buried the body of the halfling alongside that of Bimbar. "why the heck do you bury the halfling?" Alriand shouts at Tharhack while throwing her pile of sticks on the cold, wet firesite. "For one he would eventually attract scavengers, and I'll like to avoid combat for the rest of the day. Two, I'm not totally convinced he was aware of his own actions. Three, because he was dead." Tharhack replies."But I didn't get to loot the body! There could've been money, jewelry, magic, who knows." Alriand pleads."feel free to uncover him yourself, and go through his pockets." Rebrey chimes in."I'm not digging up the dead, that's just rude." Alriand complains."Rude? Since when did you develop a set of ethics?" Rebrey asks."What is it that you'd think you'd find on a polymorphed halfling?" Tharhack asks Alriand."Well, maybe he had half a gold piece, or half a necklace. They don't call them halflings because they're short. If that were the case they'd call them dwarves." Alriand snaps back at Rebrey."Now you're just being spiteful and insensitive." Rebrey responds."Insensitive? Me? No, insensitive is splitting the guy's head in two. That's insensitive," Alriand shoots back. Meanwhile Tharhack has gotten up and began to restart the fire."Well, I always wanted to see a Half-Elf. I think I could swing a greatsword, how fast can you run." Rebrey replies trying to come up with something that will shut her up, as opposed to being serious. "Fast enough to eviscerate you before you ever got the blade off your shoulder." Alriand states. With the fire going Tharhack walks out past the graves. "where do you think you're going hork*?" Alriand asks Tharhack."I'm going to seek Kord's guidance, I intend to do his will." Tharhack replies."Oh, well, here's a hint. I bet it'll have lots of this." Alriand replies while trying to flex her arms. "and some of this," as Alriand points to her rear grunting. Having a great time at Tharhack's expense, Alriand never bothered to see what Tharhack was doing with a small rock he picked up, until it slammed into her shoulder."Ow, some people have no sense of humor." Alriand walks to the fire rubbing her shoulder.The oranges and reds of morning begin to show in the eastern sky, as a new day is set to begin, the first one in 18 months without Bimbar. *hork- Alriand's derogatory nickname for the half-orc</blockquote>

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