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"That happened not too long ago. It was twelve bullets from twelve riffles." Warhammer replied, with the minotaurian equivelent of a smile. "He even routed the noble's calvery on his own using common household tools and a fishing line."

"A poor slave once looked upon the Captain, and asked him to save her from her chains. He did." Warhammer smiled again, "That would be my personal favorite."

"Why not tell her about the time the Captian single handedly destroyed an armada of ships using a Ring of Water Walk and a rope?" Orko interjected, "Hi, I am Orko. I heard about you from the others, Naga the Serpent."

Orko wisely allowed Warhammer to speak first, "The girl was named Dagger by her owner, but in truth is currently known as Zeranda."

"The wife of the king was a slave freed by Captain?"

"Yes, she was. After he had freed her, which was a bloody affair, he decided to help her usurp the kingdom, but had other business to attend to, so he travelled away from her for twenty years and returned."

"Warhammer, you certainly leave out the interesting details in your first telling of a story."

"That, is because those interesting details are not important to the story."

"Once a teacher, always a teacher."

"Orko, do you not have more to add to your tale of battlelust and wonder?"

"IT was fifteen years ago, when I joined the crew of the Whip, when we were assulted by an armada of Draconian Ships, from Dracoconica or somewhere like that, and the Captain did not want to see his ship sunk, so he told the crew to keep sailing away, and to come back in one day for him." Orko emphaised his meanings by waving is arms. "Then he took some rope, his ring and jumped off the side of the boat, and charged at the armada on foot, which off couse was not difficult because of the speeds the ships were travelling at. He snaged the first ship with his rope, and swung onto the side, and then crawled across the side of the ship and attacked the helms men, killed him, and turned the ship towards a near by vessel before destroying the helm. He was lucky, or knew, that the current would alter the direction of the ship enough to accutally ram the other vessel. After the impact, he moved onto the new ship, killing everyone who got to close. I think he was hit by a few arrows here, but the winds were pretty irratic at the time."

"I may have helped him a little bit." Warhammer admited.

"Anyways, back to my story. They were charging this way and that, trying to kill him, and then... then... well... We couldnt' see what was happening. But, when we returned, we found all the ships sunk, and the captain the only survivor drinking some of the Admeral's wine."

She gaped at him for a moment, oh great, now Malik was going to tease her about talking to herself. She could just hear the snide comments about her insanity and the loss of blood now. "Are you telling me that he can't see you...?" She shook her head and then laughed, "Oh I could hold this over his head. Tell him I talked to you personally and he stood not even a foot away. In any case, thank you Kimmuriel, you saved me a great deal of pain on the way back. If I can ever repay you, be sure to let me know." She could tell that Kimmuriel was drawing the meeting to an end but she was loathe to let him go just yet. It was the first contact she'd had with a Drow, excluding Malik whom she didn't count anyway, since she'd left home. "The Mind Flayer?"

She gave a sniffle. "No more stories? I grew up hearing about Kimmuriel. He's a hero." She was besid herself with child-like giddyness. Literally boucning in her seat. "i am watingitn much to long...too long...this is taking too long..."

Warhammer placed a hand over half the drow's upper body, "Calm. When you meet him, your heart will be contented by the overwhelming presence he will certainly have in your life."

"You are drow. You are always ready for a fight, or your dead." Replied the somewhat cold sounding voice of Tarathiel. He seemed to look away when she fiddled with her skirt.

"An Illithid is not overly dificult to kill once you know how to defeat his primary weapon, his brian. He uses psychic shocks to leave his victims helpless, then streches on of his tenticles up it's nose, and takes out the brain."

"Are you not a cleric of Lloth? Could you not pray for the protection spell Mind Shield? That would render the creature almost completely helpless. Mind you, he will still try to eat your brain in melee combat, so I would not recomend letting him near your face."

"I could pray for anything I want but I doubt I'd get anywhere. I never completed my training so in answer to your question, no I'm not really a priestess. I was training to be but things went sour on me and I never took the ultimate test. But I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. Praytell, how do you intend to find this beast?" She wasn't going to say anymore on how or why things hand't worked out though sh ehad a feeling he'd question it. She couldn't very well tell him she'd run away because she was supposed ot be sacrificed to his mother. That wouldn't be good, he'd porbably drag her back and she couldn't risk that.