Tales From the Front: The Wrath of a Woman
Ormund the mighty Utgard giant had faced fierce blizzard dragons and ice trolls and slain hundreds of foes until the Arcos lass with the funny face tried to seduce him one night by the campfire. Her ways of love were too foreign for Ormund, who was used to women with more meat, more hair, and more “fragrance” and much less talk. Yap, yap yap - all night she spoke in flowery prose and her ballads of love confused Ormund, giving him a pounding headache. So when he grunted for the woman to be silent, she unleashed a series of bolts from the sky. Zap after zap, poor Ormund tried to dodge the uncannily accurate lightning, each bolt causing his warrior braids to stand upright in a smoky haze. He managed at last to strike the fey temptress down, but not before she stole his manhood (Battle Fright -5).
If you should meet Ormund, he will likely run away, but beware, every now and then if you talk too much it sets him off to morale 99. [img]/threads/images/Graemlins/icon19.gif[/img]
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i crossed blades with the mightiest warriors of the golden age. i witnessed with sorrow the schism that led to the passing of legends. now my sword hangs in its scabbard, with nothing but memories to keep it warm.
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