Thursday, November 12, 2009

Onward Mighty Pirate, Marching Off To War...

Darvin tried to shake the throbbing out of his head. It was probably a mistake to go out on the town with Talathel last night, but man, was that rum good. Also, Darvin was well aware of the fact that there was a chance he may not come back from this little adventure, so it made sense to enjoy the rum last night. He just wished the headache he had this morning didn't come with it.

The half-elf groggily looked through the armory and found two sturdy silver cutlasses. He took out of his normal weapons and lashed the silver ones on to his back. He turned towards the others and said, "Alright, lets roll."

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