[color:"00cccc"] "Charrrrrrrge!" I yelled, axe held high, "into battle!" The power of my dwarven ancestors washing over me.

Kiya grabbed me, I whirled around, almost chopping off her silly head.
"You idiot dwarf! She yelled, don't follow into the poison cloud!"
"Thanks....." I said cautiously.
"No problem....." She said quickly so no-one else heard.

Viper took to the air, his bow at the ready. DQeene readied an arrow too.
"I still can't see through the poison cloud! Viper called down. "Kiya! Go and free the manticore! Kiya dashed back to the cage room.

I could hear coughing and spluttering through the thick green poison cloud. Something was moving. "Gaaaaah!" A voice spluttered. "Guards!"

Another door burst open and several heavily-armed fighters rushed in. DQ and Viper met them with a hail of arrows. Jurak roared with glee and waded into them, dragonwing sword flying. I saw Aganeth stumbling out of the green mist, his body already regenerating. He held staff before him and chanted a short phrase. From the very ground dust rose, swirling, forming shapes, a summoning of magic to physical form.... Skeletons, lots of them. I swiped one down, Willow screamed and held out her hands in defence and one advanced at her, sword held high.
"NOT AGAIN!" Jolie called out. Suddenly holy light shone from him. The skeletons simply didn't freeze this time, they crumbled back to the dust they had come from.

"Cursed Paladin!" Aganeth yelled, he gestured with his staff and sent jolie spinning backwards. He prepared to chant again but this time Viper, DQ and myself pepped him with ranged fire. He howled in pain as the arrows thudded home, my boomstick made a large hole in his chest and he hit the ground with a dull thud. "Finish him Jolie!" I yelled. Jurak hacked down the last of the guards and howled his feared orc warcry. Jolie went cautiously up to the 'corpse' of the troll.

"Now you pay for the death of my wife!" Jolie cried out, raising his sword... [/color]


" 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