I think there we forget, right? But the Society of Sten back with the second chapter of his amazing adventures. For if those who were lost here can find the previous chapter. Happy reading!
A Nest only one person remembered because the forest that surrounded the village from three sides, touching the borders as a green sea, was called the Howling Woods. The inhabitants, as we have seen, was ultimately a mass of ignorant lemmings that when a child is ill with chickenpox, he thought the best way to cure it was to remove the edge of the blade parts of the skin where the concentration of bubbles .* It was most noticeable was the kind of people would begin to split hairs, in fact. Therefore if a forest is called the Howling Woods, the reason can only be one: that is full of howling beasts. That was certainly true.
fact is that the person who knew the history of Howling Forest Thurg the surgeon's name. ** Exercising a profession so important and profitable *** Thurg had lived a life of comfort and shelter misfortunes that happen to lemmings usually ignorant, and had arrived at the venerable age of 98 played. The only resident of Eagle's Nest Leoril older than he was. When she was 15, Thurg went camping with his brother in what was then called the peaceful woods at the time of planting stakes, a hammer Thurg gave full inch to his brother, who shouted in reply, his voice made tenor of pain, "Porco Silvanuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus."
who passed these parts heard only the U, and hence the new name of the Wood. The news quickly made the rounds of the surrounding countryside, until it reached the ears of a pack of wolves old retired who thought it best to go and die in an appropriately named Bosco.
Thus the Quiet Woods became the Howling Woods and was populated by wolves, who wanted no more respectable bunch. Among the wolves had become a way of saying: "It is going to the Woods Howling" meant that the wolf was at least 3 of the 4 legs in the pit: and in most cases, in Howling Forest was really there.
Our intrepid Company Sten soon realized that starting the search at sunset is never a good idea. It means that parts of tired, and you never come a long way.
"where the tracks lead?" Sten asked to Pasgal, who was leaning with professional air about a lot of footsteps.
" The ports of shoes? " Pasgal asked, raising his head.
" 49 " said Sten Piedefino " why? "
" because it's about half an hour that we follow your own footprints " sighed Pasgal. " I had mistaken for those of orcs ."
Leoril began to whimper. Not that there was a special reason: the elves always whine at sunset. But others interpreted it as a sign that it was time to make camp.
Sten picked up the twigs and lit a small fire. Since I began to dream of putting up her company in Ventura, then waited more than any other time of the camp, according to its perfect Adventurer's Handbook, Third Edition, now take the form of greater aggregation of the group, in which one tells stories of men in front of a kid browning on the stove. Sten was invented out of whole cloth five stories by men, and was reviewed in mind when he realized, from annoying snoring, that his companions had taken his silence as a tacit consent to the question "do you do the first watch? ". Sten
So he found himself alone, and took the opportunity to invent stories from seven other men. Luckily he never had the chance to tell her that night: the fact manual did not specify that the term "History of Men" does not necessarily imply a scene of wild sex.
The round passed idly and woke Leoril Sten.
"Success anything? " asked Leoril stripicciandosi eyes.
"Nothing at all " answers Sten throwing lying. He fell asleep instantly, beginning to dream of a History of Men extremely foul involving three women, one of which, unfortunately, was cross-eyed elf.
Leoril proved not to have well understood the concept of "watch" when, bored, woke Pasgal first time for a chat.
" What's happening? " asked Pasgal sat up.
" No, I wanted to have a chat .... " he said, stopping when he noticed that the lightning came half-closed eyes of Pasgal. " I mean ... I heard footsteps muffled. "
Leoril Although he had lied, if indeed he had been listening to, the steps he would have felt really plush. Five wolves were closer to the blaze. There were five wolves retired, as usual Howling of the Wood: the old, rickety and toothless. Like all pensioners, not just something unusual happens, they came out of curiosity. Mass. The life of pensioner is boring.
Leoril had always boasted of his affinity with the animal world. A Nest had made a reputation because he could make a dog drool just a little bell ringing. The dog became an attraction Leoril motion that the life of the Eagle's Nest for a few weeks before he died of starvation. Thus, believed to play exactly the look listless and bored of the wolves when he cried shrilly:
"THEY WANT torn in pieces "
Pasgal he trusted Leoril and drew his sword, causing that effect domino that clerics of Knell, the god of War, had called the Iraq-effect: there is nothing better than violence to stoke a thirst for blood of your enemy. The wolves were heard bubbling guts: after those three human seemed very awake. They would have showed it to all who were still able to tear someone like the old days. Sten
When he opened his eyes and saw Leoril climbed a tree that throws a magic missile barrage, while Pasgal if he saw her with a pack of wolves mighty angry and ready for anything. He put his hand on his sword and lunged howling in turn. Cornelius
watched the scene with his distinctive look chewing cattle. He felt a great pain for those wolves that were mowed horribly decrepit three invasive menavano slashing blindly.
"The good has won!" Sten finally shouted raising his sword, his face covered with blood from the old muddy consistency.
"Look at this " said Pasgal examining what remained of the battered body of gray fur, the heroic wolf in his youth had saved a village of children defending alone by a horde of hungry Gnoll. "This was just the face bad " she continued raising her head carved out by the scars of that ancient battle.
" Staccagliela and give it to me here," said Sten " make a good impression on our fireplace "
" We do, we go back to sleep? " asked Leoril down from the tree.
" the sun will rise, continue the walk, now I woke up! " concluded Pasgal. The Society of
Sten had survived its baptism of fire. That first real battle, over the years, become the stories of Sten epic battle against an army of barbarians clothes skins of wolf, but already Leoril, five minutes later, he was saying:
" If it were not for my magic missile, they would have overwhelmed! I have killed eight all by itself, and I know that one was a werewolf in my opinion ... "
* This explains why in the Eagle's Nest varicella was gone: it's called natural selection.
** A Nest, surgeons are called Hunters: it seems that the art of skinning skins served to cure chickenpox, herpes and acne iuvenilis.
*** The price for the removal of skin healing purposes varied depending on the amount of skin to be removed. For varicella in an advanced state it seems that the crowds had been paid digit: one cow, one horse, three eggs and a bunch of turnip greens.
the next chapter!
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