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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 1475816" data-attributes="member: 14961">Vorath seems to be better and gets as excited about the loot discovered as the rest... until he sees the fine Duergar crafted axe.  Visions of his village fill his head and he knows he will never be able to return.  How could his people accept him like this?  Chances are, he would not even make it to the guard outpost before being cut down by the staunch defenders of his home... as well he should be.  Vorath looks at his hands and follows the chitinous shell up his arm.  Even his joints do not look right.  The insectile dwarf wanders to a corner of the room where he sits on the floor gazing into space, wishing he had not survived, but died like his hunting party had so very long ago.</blockquote>