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			<title>Jidaelle:&amp;#32;Created page with '''I'll deal with that archer later'' I thought to myself as I engaged the bandit before me. He brought back his axe, the arc of his swing clearly meant to free me of my head, but…'</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;&amp;#39;&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll deal with that archer later&amp;#39;&amp;#39; I thought to myself as I engaged the bandit before me. He brought back his axe, the arc of his swing clearly meant to free me of my head, but…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;''I'll deal with that archer later'' I thought to myself as I engaged the bandit before me. He brought back his axe, the arc of his swing clearly meant to free me of my head, but I ducked underneath his swing and drove my blade up through his abdomen and out between his shoulder blades. I kicked him off of my weapon, and he fell back, coughing out blood as he breathed his last. '''+4 health'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The far archer loosed an arrow towards me, and the head of the arrow buried itself into my right shoulder. '''-5 health'''. I grimaced at the pain, and my eyes narrowed on my quarry. ''You'll regret that''.&lt;br /&gt;
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I closed the distance between us as I surged towards him, and my quarry dropped his bow to draw forth his steel, but his sword was of little concern to me. Two deft strikes ended his sorry existence: one to disarm him of his sword arm and one to free him of his head. '''+4 health'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains. &lt;br /&gt;
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''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''You are healed back to full health.'''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Press on along the road]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Find a place to make camp]]&lt;br /&gt;
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