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| There are many paths in front and not far behind me. I only hope that Tirag Thunderhooves has given me the wisdom to follow the right one. |
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| "Marulama" is my flock name for this group. It means, in my tongue, daring journey. |
| Verrin,... Sky... my companion and oft-misunderstood friend. I am sorry for punching you the other day. Feel free to hit me back if you want. |
| Verrin, how much..., get out of my saddlebags and answer me. How much money do we have? |
| We have a battle to plan! No, forget the plan. We should attack now! If only my hand wasnt broken |
| I was thinking of trying to capture some carrion crawlers, which are going to starve to death anyway [in the Oreton mine], and transport them to the Dark Willow Grove [twelve miles away] for a tree treat. Can anyone think of an easy way to do that? |
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| Please stop the sneaking and lying in attempt to collect your odd spell components, Balaam. What under Azolin's bountiful sun could my sweat be used for? |
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| When a Rapochi Damagami gets a wasting sickness, he doesn't lie around waiting to die- he leaves the flock to fight the giants |
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| We have company. Aidan says they are bugbears. He is going to try to buy them off I guess. Chenwell, can you pull this crossbow bolt out of me? |
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| And as for your glowing orb of pain,Balaam... I think you might have been hit on the head as well as the leg by an even bigger boulder. In Tirag's Golden Fields, the sun forever shines. There is no night to blind the damagami in their everlasting battle against the giants, the golden grain never ceases to grow in abundance and silver rain makes a multitude of rainbows in the life-giving sun that bridge impossible distances for exploration and travel. Please show respect for life, oh master of death. |
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| And speaking of death, Balaam- you mentioned offhand that I would make an interesting undead because of my physique. You may have thought that was funny, but the words still eat into my heart and stir up anger at the thought of being imprisoned for eternity and no way to escape those bonds even through death. That terrifies me more than Liches and vampires and hoards of undead to destroy. You attacked one of the most important and treasured things in a Rapochi Damagami's life. FREEDOM! Now I will forever be on guard when I see you dealing with these aberrations. For it may be near impossible for me to slay a Liche, but a scrawny little elf with thoughts of enslaving the living could be ground into dust to fertilize the grass |
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| Centuries ago, Shek Three-hoof cut off his own leg with his horns to free himself from a giant's manacle and then- limping- freed the rest of his flock before the evil brogdinagi [giants] awoke from their drunken stupor. They slayed him but he died free and we believe he runs along the clouds of freedom with his brother Tirag who watches me now. |
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| Balaam, I want to believe that you are not a vile torturous slaver of putrid decay. The thought of you wrenching me away from Tirag's Golden Fields of plenty to become your undead Rapochi Damagami fills me with a rage that I have only for giants. |
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