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"Wake up, Lifelaonino, we are moving."
You opened your eyes. Your head was killing you and your arm was not particularily well, either. Three Wood Elves were leading the way, with a ridiculous amount of goods loaded into a donkey. Behind you, the tree-hugger that woke you up was poking you with a spear to make you walk.
You don't remember anything, and your pockets only have a copper coin with a picture in it, a stick and two pieces of flint. Of one thing you are certain, you should escape the Elves before they get hungry, you are well aware of what Wood Elves do to captives when hunger kicks in.
But first thing first, you have to remember what the hell happened to you.
>What is your name, Dwarf?
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>>21115
Self-bumping like a shameless whore.
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Carter Briggs, a veteran, violent and abusive sheriff of the village.
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>>21115
Kevin "Carlos" McKenzie - First of his name
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"It was honest mistake" I yell " Your mother is worth much more then a copper coin"
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Rafael Da Capo
Wait for rest time and try to cut free with a sharp edge on one of the flinstones
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Rolled 3 (1d10)
>>21115
Our name shall be Çokaeslome, and we shall endure our hardships, just like we endure our wife.
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>>21115
Reply with "I am Sezuk Slapslap, the Knight of Sweaty Palms"
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