[color:"00cccc"] Jurak had won the burping competition... Just. DQueene had been giving us dissaproving looks so we decided to play darts. DQueene was a very good shot. Her skill surpasssed only when she carried her bow. I carried on for a while, exchanging wins and losses. DQueene bested me eventually but it was just a pleasure to watch her in action. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

We sat down to discuss tactics. How would we get past the beasts to the beast-master? What would be his weakness?
"I could trap the animals" Jurak said.
"We could simply kill the guy" DQueene replied. "One good shot and.."
"Or incapacitate him to see if he knows anything about Venificus" I said. "I picked up a few useful toxins from that dark elf bounty-hunter. Not to kill, just induce sleep. Either way we'll have to get past his guard silently so best to do it at night."
"What if Willow can break the control he has on the beasts?" Jurak asked.
"Maybe, we can ask her when she returns or Jolie may have an idea"
"If Viper can get in from the air that would work too." I suggested.

Pondering this we proceeded back to conversations about our histories. Jurak told us of his time in the army, quite impressive. I told tales from scattered memories drifting back to me. Marvels of dwarven engineering. I wished to see the dwarven halls again. If I could remember where they were. Songs of gold and great brewing vats of ale sprang to mind.
Then suddenly a memory of a war, hoardes of goblins rampaging our cities! Was this true? Could there have been such a horrific event? I wish I knew. The memory had struck suddenly and powerfully. As if a flood gate had opened in my mind. Was this because I had sobered up? Was I drinking to forget? Maybe it would help if I found more of my kin. First I had to help these people.
"What's wrong?" DQueene looked concerned.
"Not sure, a distant memory come back. I'm sure its nothing," I said putting it to the back of my mind.

It wouldn't stay there though...... [/color]


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