Today, while standing on Orc Hill, my dwarven brother Keric and I we were peacefully discussing the most strategic way to protect the innocent people from vile pkers. Suddenly, we looked over and before us stood an Iksar shaman named Draconist.
He conned yellow to myself and deep red to my good friend Keric. I was cordial at first, feeling that I should not condemn this kind stranger without having ever heard that he was a pker.
Unfortunately, I was wrong about this scaled creature and he rooted my friend Keric. The fight was long, but we finally managed to escape.
As always, I informed the good citizens of GFay that they were now safe.
Many elves did not seem to realize how much goodness Keric and I were spreading. Some people never learn. It’s gotten so bad that even small talk with the pkers is nearly impossible.
Now that wasn’t very nice.
While discussing with this evil high elf cleric the virtues of getting as far away from us as she could, we were assaulted by a wood elf druid.
Although my partner Keric is several seasons younger than myself, I have already learned that he does not run from a challenge. He fought very well.
This incident seemed to open the floodgates for a barrage of elven pkers. Many elves spoke out about their right to continue to pk.
Keric and I said a prayer to mother Tunare asking for forgiveness for what we were about to do. A great deal of goodness was about to be unleashed on Gfay.
A level 50ish druid eventually showed up to ruin our fun, but we usually consider that the mark of a good day’s work. The pkers may have the numbers and the levels, but we have the goodness of Tunare on our side.