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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Werewolf? (new character)
Message-ID: <1992Nov5.212011.1319@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 21:20:11 GMT

(This is posted for my brother, mattre@audrey.linfield.edu (Matt Reinker)
 His school does not yet have newsgroup access.)

	Gortok entered the city with a dry throat and a bad attitude.  The
attitude was normal, but he could do something about the throat.  He
grabbed the arm of a passing merchent.
	"where can I get a drink around here?"
	The merchent look him in the eyes.  "You're a dwarf," he said.
	Gortok rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.  
	"You're right, I'm a dwarf, what's your point."
	"I'm five eight and you're the same size I am."
	Gortok sighed.  It truly was a problem to be a six foot dwarf,
people always staring and the local dwarfs ignore you.  A curse on that
damn wizard.
	"I had a bad incident with a wizard and some magic steroid
crunchies, I'm tired and I'm thirsty and I need a drink, where can I go?"
	"For you, the Dragons-inn," said the merchent.  "Then again...
there's always the spitting cobra..."
	Gortok left the merchent and headed in the direction the silly
human had pointed out for the Dragons-inn.  He had thought about cutting his
head off, but decided the locals wouldn't approve.  Gortok's axe was new
and he was eager to try it out.  Huge wasn't an appropriate way to describe
the axe, God Damn that's big was better.  The blade was tempered silver and
magically sharp.  Perfect for a certain wizard...
	Something down an alley caught Gortoks eye, between a butcher shop
and a lanternmaker of some sort.  Four corpses lay strewn about.  The
dwarf studied the remains.
	"Either this place has a problem with giant wolves around here, or
there's a werewolf on the loose," he said to himself. He looked at the
silver bladed on his axe and smiled a rare smile.  "This should be fun."

Gortok- The UnDwarf
[ADMIN]- Anybody that meets gortok, he's big, strong, and extremely ugly. 
But he'll cover your back.  Just don't mentioned magic steroid crunchies.

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The Technomancer
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The tightrope we walk
leads straight to the gallows,
and when the hangman calls your name.  
Heros and Villians hang the same.          - T-Ride

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"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica