Good luck... try to come back some times...

III. A cold night in Hydlaa
It was the middle of the night, in Hydlaa. Most decent folk were in bed. However, at the bottom of the steps, outside the Red Crystal Den, a fenki stood alone. Her name was Thidin. As she read through the letters from her dead husband, she twisted her wedding ring absentmindedly. A tear trickled down her face. A cold wind blew through the streets of Hydlaa, causing her to shiver.

Curehan watched from the shadows, his face obscured. He hoists a small but heavy battle-ax in one paw. Although it isn't his weapon of choice, he decides it is the best weapon for the job. He sneaks up behind her, any small sound he might have made masked by the wind whistling through Hydlaa. Or perhaps Thidin is too absorbed in the letter to notice anything until it is much too late. He swung the side of the axe at Thidin's head. It connects with a large crunch. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Curehan lashes out, raining blows over Thidin's body. He broke several ribs, and left some scars which would probably never heal. He hits her until she was black and blue, enjoying it thoroughly. Then, he takes out a single, perfect starphire, and opens Thidin's mouth. He shoves it into her mouth, kicks her one last time for good measure, and then disappeared into the night, without a single soul ever knowing he was there.

Sleep tight, Hydlaa.

Yeah, at least the city even would help loads

Alt= Alternate Character = Not the character you put through the tutorial.
Earowo, maybe she actually bothered to read the player guide and all the background stuff... Every thought of that?

Nope.
And to Caraick: I've never gotten anything below a b

Have you ever gotten buried in the sand?

Not really...


Have you ever failed every class? (I haven't, before someone says I have)

I'm pretty sure the last time I asked... about a year ago, it was something ridicoulous like that