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I began my existence as a tortured
half-elven Scout, but I was not very good, hence the reason for my name
Poo, the middle bit I'll get to later. I am in a party with Yarat,
a great and noble Paladin of Lathander Morninglord, Gamma, a kind and generous
and most definitely Lawful Good Cleric of Lathander Morninglord, and with
Statheman, a wise and mighty Mage. It was originally intended for me, I
think, to be some sort of lapdog to our Most Holy and Revered Paladin,
and his Chaotic Evil sword Malice, last embodiment of Rovac, head of the
tribe of Rovac, however, when I travelled through the mists and found myself
in a strange and forbidding land, something soon turned inside me, and
no longer could I respect that moronic paladin, with his endless moaning
about what is right, when it is obvious that his only true belief is that
might is right, and that he will use what is right to make all see as he
sees, him and his lickspittle of a cleric Gamma.
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first real adventure together, which we survived nigh on fifteen years
ago, in fact fifteen years to the day tomorrow. It started with a
madman, his name was Luc, and he was very mad, being denied executive decisions
at the time I have no idea what made him go mad, for he was not born it.
We soon had to combat his brother on the Night of the Walking Dead, he
had turned into some sort of foul Zombie Lord type thing, and would have
slain our party were it not for my own heroic leap, flipping over the heads
of his minions to pick up his own flaming brazier and immolating him with
it, victory was mine, er ours.
After this the mists engulfed us again I found my companions had been adventuring without me, and had caused the second stanza of the Hexad to be completed, by awakening Ankhtepot, a foul mummy, the only flaw in their cunning plan to not wake him was that they decided the correct thing to do to not wake him would be to ring the gong specifically designed to wake him. Don't look at me, it's not my fault. It's not, I wasn't there. ( It's true you know, it was all Gamma's fault (Lick spittle) D.M.) And the weirdo's returned with a pet giant scorpion called Bertie, whom we now use to pull our wagon. However, when I did emerge from
the mists this time, it was to see a set of golden doors with a big Q sign
and a golden crab emblem. It was in this dungeon that we fought a
mountain of foes, defeating them all, thanks only to my skill in battle.
In the final conflict against a death knight and his three doom guards,
I single handedly slayed a doom guard, yea and single handedly it was for
his first blow removed my arm and gave me my name, "The Cripple".
It was then only through virtue of my battle prowess that the death knight
was slain. It was a close fought battle. especially when our Beloved
paladin held off the death knight for me and nearly lost his paladinhoodship
by striking him in the back, he showed his true colours that day.
It was here that we became Rovac, receiving our armour and the sword Malice,
we also discovered a strange flying craft, known as Flight. We entered
the ship and when our most holy cleric pushed the wrong button we ended
up somewhere else...
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Oh Harmony! Oh Harmony!
A city grand and truly free.
Oh Harmony! Oh Harmony!
'Tis thee I always long to see.
To Harmony! To Harmony!
I pledge eternal loyalty.
It'll be in the shops soon. Peace, however, never remains in our presence for long, and we met trouble when we stayed for the night in The Crystal Club, being attacked by a greater wolf-were, I defeated it with one blow from my mighty short sword of sharpness but we had to exit the club quite quickly after that, as there were at least twenty more on the way. We would have made it out of the club easily but the stupid paladin tripped me up just as I was about to climb through the window, and I fell through the window, I avenged myself by throwing my sword at the cleric, mwa ha ha ha. After being accosted by the city guard we accidentally set fire to the town and left.
That is all I can write this day.