After a brief fight we settled down with our respective pieces of chicken. "Are you sure this is fresh?" I frowned at Jurak. "Chicken good!" Jurak boomed. I decided to believe him and took a bite... It was delicious! Must've been some magic orc preservative. "I think we should practice our skills." JVB said, "if that beast decides to go nuts then I want to be ready for it!" I grinned at him, "lunch first lad! We practice in the afternoon! A warrior marches on his stomach!"
I grabbed some of the tattered leather from Jurak's pile of presents he'd brought. "This will make a good light armour..." I thought, "we need a talor though." I packed it into the pouch on Meatloaf's back and fed him some chicken which he ate in his usual disgusting manner. "Behave you! I'm going to practice with the guys and I won't be long.
Jurak had sharpened a couple of long daggers so I grabbed them and set off for a local clearing. "Cmon JVB!" I yelled, "lets play!" He bounced to his feet excitedly, youthful exuberance all over his face.

We reached a clearing. It was so peaceful, the sun was shining brightly and the birds were tweeting in the treetops. Oh well, time to ruin the peace...
"On your guard, mate!" I said. He drew his sword. "This isn't fair! You only have 2 small blades." He said. "Don't worry... I'll go easy on you!" I said laughing. With that he swung for me, I dodged easily, parrying the rest of the blow on my daggers. We carried on into to afternoon, the ring of steel on steel in the air....


" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin