Monday, October 19, 2009
Heliot speaks. Words from an Elder Dragon.
Heliot, old, grey and cranky was overheard bemoaning the Universes fate. "I can always tell a world the Blackwind Dragons visited. Orcs, everywhere, Orcs. How could they do such a thing?"
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Crypt Crawl,
Dragon Storm,
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mark ellis harmon,
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Susan Van Camp
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Poor Heliot, did he wake up to find an orc giving him a spit bath?
Yes, even a thousand years after Dyson Brickwall led the assault on Black Bane.
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