Oh yeah...there's no rule in a bar about not killing other peoples' characters...bother.
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Shek, having already come back from the dead once, did not have to do so again through a misfortune in battle, as that wasn't the way in which he had always died. Apparently this Yoshimitsu used far too many hallucinogens, and thought he had killed Shek. Of course he was wrong. For Shek Sunrunner, eldest Swordmaster of the Dur'achi and initial founder of the Sarpi War Academy, had, over the ten thousand years he had been born and reborn, lived and died, learned all anyone could ever learn about swordsmanship, tactics, and strategy. Thus, he easily fended off this Yoshimitsu hooligan and went on back to the bar, shaking his head and chuckling lightly. Even though it seemed he was calm and unaware, he was always alert to the slightest change in his environment, and could not be surprised.
When he got to the bar, he ordered his favorite drink. "Barkeep, please send down a stein of hawksblood ale, and I'd be most obliged to pay you for the favor."
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
ĀJ. R. R. Tolkien
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(This message has been edited by Solel (edited 05-30-2003).)