Hail friends,Another night and another day at the Gate of Yew. Lil Waryor & Lord Book Master exchange verbal blows. Nothing stops the endless bloodshed and non-stop cock-grabbery of the over compensating combatants.
One shot to the left. A second stream to the right. And another zips by over head as I duck just in time... still getting sprinkled by the acid rain.
The pissing contest was well underway.A head!
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All too easy. I know it's coming. I know it.
I move in anyway.I know it and yet I can't resist.
The sausages were packed in tight. From the south and the north, there wasn't a clean angle to take.
With my luck, two others already in battle flash the screen and break up the sausage fest.
I wait for the moment. I reach out my hand. And all I'm rewarded with is that dreaded message that loves me so:
"This item has no value to you."
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(I disguise my disgust with my new found greeting.)
I turn my attention to Book Master's well dressed friend.
Bingo.
I wet myself at the sight of the messy pack. The verbal jabs continue all around. I have some time, but I would still have to act fast. It started as a light sprinkle, but the urine was flowing freely now. I eyeball one bow, dodge a squirt from behind, and note the insurance on the next.I look again and find something to my liking.
A wand? A grand wand!
I set my sights and go to work.Again, I don't bother running. A 1 stone item was nothing to fear.
I dive back in.And there it is!
The treasure that is worth my troubles! A very rare and valuable magical sash indeed!
Their words are big. Their words are bold!
(Their words meant nothing to me.)I take my sash and Lord Book Master was the only one to even blink at the sight of me. Why run? I turn the corner and pleasure myself with my new treasure.
Another night and another day at the Gate of Yew.
I thank thee, and good night!
'Til next time!