"What's that, girl? You say the Cleric is stuck in the well? And there's a beholder guarding the gates? Whew, I am certainly glad I spent that proficiency slot on language: wolf."
In the grand castle courtyard, amidst swirling leave's showing sign's of the approaching fall, a noble Dwarven adventurer stoically held his red beard aloft.A canine companion stood panting nearby.It was the destinie's on this day which held the most interest , the sheer wind's of fate which intertwine and unravel before our very eye's, under the furious sun in the land of Faerun.
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centoniMember, Neverwinter Beta Users, Neverwinter Guardian UsersPosts: 1Arc User
edited July 2013
arrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhh my beeers where is my beeers
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Nou whaur ur ye, ye wee mutt? Ah, thaur ye ur!"
Go for the eyes Boo, go for the eyes!
Dog: "SQUIRREL!"