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[ 93] Scorn: The AGL World Champion Tue Feb 15 10:18:14 2005 To: all -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Torin sat in his mansion and stared at the fire burning in his massive fireplace. His eyes closed shut against his will as his cup of whiskey fell from his hand. The shattering of the glass forced Torin out of his drunken sleep as one of his servants came running into the room. "Damnation, another glass?" asked the servant. She was a heavy set dwarven lady with thin whiskers protruding from her chin. "Laern tae manage yur drink, Torin. Yaw won't bae world champion forever!" Peering up at the servant, Torin sneered. "Yae bae ah nasty lil bugger, wench." "Hmmph!" snarled the servant. "And yae's gute Dunlaps disease! As in yur belly has done lapped over yur belt!" "Ah'm still thae best." replied Torin. "Undefeated, even." "And yae haven't fought in more thune two years. All yae do is drink, drink and drink. If thae Baron Randorf ever tosses yae out of this comfortable place, maybe he'd have ah fighting champion again. Or better yet, maybe he should gaet ah Dwarf Champion. They could handle their liquor! Torin? Dae yae hear mae?" The servant looked up at Torin only to see him fast asleep again in all of the glory that was his drunkenness. Muttering, the servant picked up the glass and walked into the other room. Another loud noise brought the servant back into Torin's den, but this time it was not the sound of broken glass that rang through the massive halls of the mansion. It was the sound of wood breaking. Entering the room, the servant saw 3 dwarves standing before Torin. "What in Thaxanos' name?" the servant said loudly. One dwarf with a long black beard, a massive scar above his right eye and his hair tied into a top knot looked at the servant. "We're nute frume Thaxanos, lass. Gather yur things and leave this place nuwe." The servant tapped her foot. "On who's authority?" She asked. "Baron Randorf Del'nichi sent us. And yae do nute want tae bae here for this, lass. Nuwe leave before wae help yae leave." The servant ran to her quarters and gathered her things. Moments later she walked back through the den and noticed the dwarves were gone. Seeing Torin still in his chair through the corner of her eye, she turned to take a look. Torin sat in his chair with a hand axe cleaved directly into his stomach. He was dead. A note laid hanging from his neck that read "You're fired." |