| The Barracks: | ||||||
| You spout some obscenities that would make dwarves blush, and then make a gesture that could be considered anything but polite. You then pick up the nearest pitcher of ale and throw it at the orc with your sword. Only too late do you realize he has your sword . . . and you do not. Forsight was never your strongpoint. Although your throw was off, you made your point. The orc slams your sword into the table, leaving it standing up. He then tells you that you'll have to come through him to get it. The commotion has roused the sleeping orcs, and they form a circle in the middle of the room. The orc that had your sword sets his other weapons aside before entering the circle. A little confused, you cannot help but wonder why the orc voluntarily put his weapons aside. Were you back home at the fort, this would have ended with the orc using your sword to decapitate you. What do you do? Decide it's not too late to go outside and hide under a pig. Make a run for your sword! Give a loud battle cry and enter the circle! |
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