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Piemonger danced over the mossy and dangerous rocks in the crystalline river, exercising his body and testing his flexibility. He had trained hard since his escape from that pig, and had honed his attacks to strike the sorest vulnerabilities of his enemies. Yesterday the Phantom Assassin trained. Today he hunted. While the vast forest had become quieter in the past weeks, it was not particularly difficult to find an adversary if one desired...

Balnazzar grinned as he took another swig of the ale, inspecting the cards he had held up in front of him. One particularly stood out The Gambler was a useful card that could be used to sway a game in the user’s direction in one turn. Unfortunately it also had a chance to devastate its user. His two opponents at the table, Jollyjoker the Lifestealer, and Sindicate the Nerubian Weaver were in stable positions, but neither had a clear advantage....

Getting a new replacement panther had been easy for Negi, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness at the passing of his feline partner. The Beastmaster Ldraggy would pay…Someday…But for now Negi was more interested in tracking a new target. Head_Puncher the Axe had been consistently creeping in an area Negi liked to frequent. Negi tossed his head, with his hair elegantly (he hoped) flying through the air, with the gracefulness...

Wilsonho paused and gazed serenely at the moon as a howl ripped the night. Someone had most likely fallen tonight, and Wilsonho wanted to know whom. Such queries would have to wait for the sentinel tavern however. Wilsonho was too busy stalking his point of interest, the Dragon Knight Pendragon_. Shifting through the trees silently, he carefully tracked Pendragons every move, hoping to find some way to pilfer the banhammer that he wore at his side....

Reilden searched the cold, hard night ground around him in interest. There were the marks of a fight recently. The markings were unmistakable. These were the footprints of a treant. He curiously followed the footprints, until they faded away into the heavier foliage of the forest. Bobbing aimlessly along, he continued along what he hoped would be the general direction of the footsteps. He paused quickly, noticing the presence of a campfire in a clearing....

Ldraggy sat in a secluded clearing, enjoying his meal of hawk and roast pig. He had an unlimited supply. As long as he ate and digested the creatures he summoned in a set period of time because they disappeared, his gut could remain forever satisfied. It was not satisfying to find a large bit of pork ass had suddenly disappeared from his mouth as he was chewing it. Ldraggy tired, however of eating the same food time and time again. He had tried...

Rickster pivoted on his heel, hefting his spear to block the incoming attack from Terrorblaze. He wasn’t even sure if it was the real Soul Keeper. Several Soul Keepers and Phantom Lancers fought on the battlefield, each seemingly evenly matched. Too busy to look for the real one, he instead had to focus on staying alive. Slowly he started to notice his images were starting to fade, and was forced to reveal himself for a split second by activating...

Piemonger knelt at the waterfall in contemplation of his situation. It was fair to say he was not at all dissatisfied with being a woman in this competition, especially an elf woman, but something scratched at his manliness barrier, and it scratched bad. Or maybe that was just the armour he was wearing. He continued to consider this until a grunt roused him from his stupor. “Wassup?” Cloak flying and weapon ready, Piemonger turned...

Icefrog sipped his Martini silently at his table in the sentinel tavern. The place was packed at this time of night, as alliances were formed, dashed and tales and news was exchanged. His table was also occupied by two others, the Stone Giant OrcI82) (Who was undergoing a growth spurt at the time and so had to sit on the ground because he had already broken his usual seat.) and Rifleman00, the Sniper. Mafaga the Anti Mage had tried to take a seat,...