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Revision as of 07:06, 2 December 2011
From the Journal of Udil Futurebronze
In 800 the humans of The Magical Nation were waging a vicious war on the elves of The Crow of Boards. Despite being halfway across the world, our King decided that something should be done. So I took a group of 7 dwarven combat advisors with me to teach durned elves how to fight. *Elves*. I've never been so embarassed in my life.
Did I imply this was voluntary? It wasn't.
Well, as luck would have it, our wagon broke down enroute and far from either civilization. I sent one of the advisors as a messenger back to the king, hoping he'd manage to struggle through on his own and let him know of our plight. But for the rest of us there was nothing else to do but set up camp and wait for assistance.
Our wagon was mostly sealed, supposedly containing arms and armor and treasure for our elven allies, and ordered locked until we arrived at our destination. Only on top of this was provided food and drink for our journey. But that was all irrelevant now - if we were going to survive, we were going to need tools. Hopefully there were some fine dwarven axes inside, or maybe some crossbows with steel bolts so we could hunt. And thus I ordered the wagon opened.
It was at this point I discovered that the wagon was full of alpaca. Gased and befouled, half frozen, starving, but alive.
"By Sikel's white beard, what is going on here!"
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