What you're about to read has been taken from a journal... the personal journal of a woman named Gabby.  For those of you who have never met her, she may seem strange... but this is just the beginning... the beginning of a tale that shall horrify some and touch others.  It is  the tale of a woman's descent into madness.  As you read on, you will be taken into her mind, try not to lose your way...

173...no...359...hmmm...974...ummm...April 15th. My seal fin sundial reads approximately 3:15 pm.

Two days have passed since I led my army of skilled seal hunters into the first battle, waging the war to control the population of feral baby seals. I must admit, we have done better than we had ever dreamed. After the first day, as I returned to camp, I saw a sight that was awe-inspiring to say the least. A snowy white mountain of high quality seal pelts, ready to be sewn into the finest coats the fashion industry has ever seen. There is a certain satisfaction in that, knowing that not only have I done my good deed for the day and reduced the population of vile baby seals, but I have helped boost the economy!

The quality of the coats is simply divine, and the prices will be superb because we work in bulk! And it would all be worthwhile for the coats alone, but that is not all we have done. We have collected enough seal meat to feed the hungry! Surely it is an aquired taste, but after time it is an irresistable delicacy. Think of the possibilities! Seal jerky, BBQ seal, seal kabobs, seal burgers, seal tacos, the list goes on and on. And where exactly is Lia?  My arch-nemesis Lia is showing little resistance. I don't understand her reasons for protecting these overgrown parasitic sea rodents. But then again, no one really understands her. As far as I know she was, and may still be Head Priestess of the Temple of Hestia.  Unbelievable! The moment she met me she must have thought to herself,

"Someone's caught a speeding chariot straight to Tartarus!"

Her ignorance amuses me. She pretends not to understand that unless controlled now, baby seals will be the next plague of man kind!

She calls herself "the Defender" and has founded such radical organizations as H.A.R.P.S. and H.A.L.O.S. So where has she been all this time? Perhaps she was off reading the stones of Hestia, for I have seen nothing of that horrid woman. She is...misguided would be the word. Such a pity, if i had caught her earlier she would have been a great addition to my seal control team. She has the likeness of my best friend Xena.

Although I haven't spoken to Xena in ages, she supports my endeavor 100%. Xena and I got separated after I had become obsessed with my crusade to rid the world of these disgusting beasts. Apparently she waited with me for days, but the job is not finished that easily. Oh no! It is something you must devote your life to, and that is what I have done. Surely I owe Xena everything. If it were not for her I never would have met up with my mentor, a Swedish woman by the name of Brunhilda. She taught me much, but it was Xena who taught me to be secure with my 6th toe. I never had surgery, but it was not too long ago that I lost it.

The loss of my toe was no accident. I had been practicing with my staff near the sea and perfecting my abdominal deflection methods when; with a flip of the wrist, I spun the staff, launching my accessory rabbit skin into the ocean. It was a gift and I am somewhat attached to it, so regardless of the temperature I headed into the water. Wincing in pain as I waded through the near freezing water, I anticipated frostbite, a small price to pay to get my rabbit skin accessory back. Just a bit earlier I had watched the seals frolicking along the shore in this same freezing water, and ironically I stated,

"Look Xena, how cute!"

I waded out, not more than a few feet from the shore...and then it happened. A seal BIT me. Mistaking my toe for a tasty treat, it bit my bloody toe right off! I lunged for the rabbit skin floating at the surface, quickly reattached it and with a swift blow I clubbed the beast with my staff. Emotionally I never recovered. I was scarred for life, and what started as one Amazon Princess' quest soon became the crusade of thousands. My dedicated comrades do not share my enthusiasm, but we banded together in a common goal, but for me it was personal.

Immediately after my unfortunate encounter with this creature straight out of Tartarus, I lashed out with uncontrollable anger for the beasts. As we were in a small fishing town, no one understood it. For days I stayed in my quarters, completely depressed; eyes bloodshot, foot throbbing, flesh still numb and discolored from my bout with frostbite. Eventually I built up the nerve to face the world, I knew there was something more to this, it was my fate! I found a note from Xena, apparently she knew i was in distress but had to leave, and she would return to collect me at a later date. I wandered about the village and asked the locals,

"I'm looking for my friend. Maybe you've seen...her! Her name is Xena."

She was nowhere to be found. Soon after I met up with the aforementioned friend, my mentor, Brunhilda.

Brunhilda guided me and taught me in the art of baby seal hunting. Before I knew it I had become adept in the art, and upon my "graduation", as she called it, she rewarded me with a fine helmet, apparently in her country it was a great honor to recieve one. I was slightly apprehensive, as the helmet has two large horns. At times I can be a bit clumsy, and I feared a terrible mishap. As if I had not been traumatized enough from the loss of my 6th toe, what would I have done had I lost a digit which should actually be there! Brunhilda, a seal hunter ahead of her time, instructed me to mark my kills on the helmet. We went down to the harbor for my first hunt as a true seal hunter. Within minutes I had a successful ambush and had clubbed a seal. Brunhilda etched a tiny black mark, about a millimeter in length, onto the helmet. She wished me luck and bid me farewell, for I had a mission now.

Within the next few weeks the helmet, now completely black and covered with light scratches, was beginning to become marked by wear so I no longer wear it.. After a bit of thinking on where to place my next marks, I then covered my staff, 3 seal hunter's clubs and a small tavern in the village. For this project, the marks have special meaning and I shall etch them in my new ship, appropriately titled "Seal, the other white meat".

With my ship and my faithful comrades, I would be unstoppable, and this has proven to be the case. Lia seems to be taking a vacation, and there is no resistance. The seals, indeed, have no defender. What I will do now I do not know, my task is almost complete. Where will I go? Back to the Amazons, or perhaps find Xena? Only time will tell...

-Gabby, Amazon Princess, Seal Hunter Extraordinaire.

....Who is Gabby?....

     Gabby is a blonde with an attitude!!! She "Grrr's" softly but carries a big staff... with the accessory rabbit skin attached. She not only has six toes and sidekicks part-time AND hunts the ever-present plague of baby seals, but is a traveling elven bard as well.... is there anything this marvel can't do? Of course not! She may go by many aliases but there is one, and only ONE, Gabby.

...To find Gabby...

Enter the realm of this woman, and see it all for yourself.

....Who is Lia?....

      Lia the Pure is arch nemesis of Gabby, and the President of H.A.R.P.S (the Honorable Association for the Rights of Pregrown Seals) and founder of H.A.L.O.S (the Hope And Love Of Seals program).  In her own words she is:

"... a friend to those who respect the life of young seals everywhere... but to those who would blatantly disregard their right to life, I am the enemy that cannot be looked over. I alone have stood against their greatest enemy... the notorious BS-hunter, Gabrielle, known otherwise as the Six-Toed Demon."

..Who is Brunhilda?..

     Very little is known about the life of Brunhilda because she has lived as a hermit in moutainous areas.... traveling as she will, on her own quests... and those, too remain her own secret.  Few know of her but she is assumed to be of the line of some lost Viking tribe, never seen with out her horned-fur-addorned helmet.  A blonde swedish woman known as "Yak's Knee" (or something along those lines) is her only known friend... almost a sidekick, if you will... Brunhilda has bestowed the gift of her great  baby seal hunting knowlege upon Gabby, and insodoing, has changed the course of her life forever...

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