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Sep. 23rd, 2002 02:31 pmThe scene: Wilderness, about a day's hike from what's supposedly a goldmine containing thousands upon thousands of GP for the taking, but I can't remember Gillian ever being that nice.
Three adventurers stand around a recently deceased wolverine. One of them is looking more than a little torn up; she crouches over the body, talking to its spirit.
"Wolverine, we thank you. For surrendering your life, that we may live. For your fur, which will keep us warm in the winter. For your claws, teeth, and bones, which will strengthen my spears. For, should we get really hungry, your flesh. But most of all, for the last few experience points we needed to make second level."
Three adventurers stand around a recently deceased wolverine. One of them is looking more than a little torn up; she crouches over the body, talking to its spirit.
"Wolverine, we thank you. For surrendering your life, that we may live. For your fur, which will keep us warm in the winter. For your claws, teeth, and bones, which will strengthen my spears. For, should we get really hungry, your flesh. But most of all, for the last few experience points we needed to make second level."
