THE TUIGAN (published 01/29/2013)


    The mysterious elven woman cautiously approached the dangerous barbarian's camp.  He sat sharpening his blades, the cook fire etched his face in dramatic shadow.  The scars on that face were testament to his experience.  "You risk much coming here alone and univited elf wench," said the Tuigan with menace in his voice.

     "You risk more if you raise a hand to me here in the land of paladins, besides I come with an offer of wealth."

     "Your baubles mean nothing to me witch, you have no idea of the needs of a warrior... perhaps you would like me to show you?" said the Tuigan as he rose from his seat.

     The elf took a step back and put her hand beneath her robes clutching the desicated hand adorned with magical rings that served as her goddess's holy symbol.  "If wealth will not sate your appetites then perhaps glory will.  Your name will live on and strike fear into friend and foe alike!  All you need do is accompany into Vaasa and eliminate those who would stand before me... before us."

     A grin spread across the Tuigan's face, a look usually reserved for conquests of the flesh.  Somehow he knew the elf maiden's promise was genuine, somehow he trusted her.  The elf recognized the look as well and she gradually loosened her grip on the grissly fetish hidden beneath her robe and returned the deadly warrior's smile.

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