Kestra had just slain a couple of easy orcs when she saw a lot of people on one huge ogre. She runs over and sees Glenn lying on the ground, apparently unconscious. "Hmmm, this must be a tricky ogre. Let's see, how to bring it down..." Kestra looks around to see what she can use, but can't see anything that would be useful. "Oh well. Who needs wits at a time like this?" She charges toward the ogre, sword in hand. -- Farmlands

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Date Posted: 20:05:54 04/14/02 Sun
Author: Kestra
Subject: Kestra had just slain a couple of easy orcs when she saw a lot of people on one huge ogre. She runs over and sees Glenn lying on the ground, apparently unconscious. "Hmmm, this must be a tricky ogre. Let's see, how to bring it down..." Kestra looks around to see what she can use, but can't see anything that would be useful. "Oh well. Who needs wits at a time like this?" She charges toward the ogre, sword in hand.
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