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You did what? Derrick grinned and produced a bottle from inside his empty-looking quiver. Yeah! From his personal stash! He was just lying there snoring away as usual, and I figured, why the hell not? Not bad, eh? Aeorik stared at his troublesome brother for a moment, stuck between laughing and berating Derrick. If he can, then I see no reason why we couldnt either! derrick smirked and opened the wine bottle, smelling the contents for a moment before taking a generous swig. Aeorik sat back, leaning against a


CastleEons ago, in a parallel dimension, the Ancients, an archaic humanoid race, were fighting a brutal and seeming endless civil war. An almost endless wave of warriors marched out of their vast castles and stone fortresses, intent on war. Sword clashed with axe, and the sound of steel ringing off steel echoed across the gray wastelands of their world. They fought out of ignorance, out of evil and out of hatred. Many of the warring Ancient kingdoms slowly discovered a psychic force springing up within many of their armies units. The power to read minds, and manipulate the world around them with the sinews of thought aCastle


Neverwinter NightsNeverwinter NightsNeverwinter Nights
Prelude
The Frozen North. The name given to the stark and unforgiving frontier that lies beyond the high moor of Faerûn. A bleak wilderness, where barbarian clans and tribes of giants roam the lands and fierce dragons rule the skies. But amidst the frozen savagery stands a bastion of civilization: The city of Neverwinter, jewel of the north. Behind the citys high walls, those both hardy and brave carve out an existence from this bleak land under the guidance and protection of the legendary hero, Lord Nasher Alagondar.
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Terrified, wounded and now out of ammo, lieutenant Nathan Razor Gaunt staggered down the tight passageway, blood pouring from a crystal wound in his thigh, scratch-marks criss-crossing his left cheek. He panted as he moved, gasping for breath. He was the last one left, the last of his unit, the others having died when the first Covenant boarding parties arrived. He could hear them, now, behind him. Grunting, growling. Stalking him, hunting him down. They knew they had him, knew he was out of ammunition, out of contact with the Captain, out of comrades-in-arms. The
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Shits funny, deal with it.
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Oh this one's going to keep me laughing for hours.
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Shits funny, deal with it.
I love my Mr. Butthead
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Shits funny, deal with it.
I love my Mr. Butthead
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Shits funny, deal with it.
I love my Mr. Butthead
Holy shit. Cool. Thanks dude.
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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Shits funny, deal with it.
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Shits funny, deal with it.
I love my Mr. Butthead
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Nooo! My mind fell into my coffee cup, and the coffee's too hot to touch!
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