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THE BATTLE OF FIRKRAAG
by Karse Sozé, 2002
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As Misc and I stood over Conster's lifeless body, and watched as Garrens child run crying through the doorway of the prison cell, the dumb ranger looked at me and said;
"Boo wants to know...Why did you promise Firkraag we'd be back for him?" I looked him straight in his eyes, but didn't really find the mental connection I was searching for.
"Don't you see we need bigger swords?" the ranger carried on.
"Are you insulting me", Lilarcor answered and wiggled angrily in the sheath on my back. I turned around to the rest of the group.
"So who's up for this?" I asked. Jan sat in the corner, cutting af small doll for Aerie from a turnip he had in his napsack.
"I can't...I'm allergic" he said as my eyes fell upon him "Okay...I'm not that allergic" he continued as he saw the anger building in me. Valygar stood up straight and stepped on step forward.
"You have my sword" he said, knowing that he probably would be the first to fall. "erhh..and my axe" the brave ranger finished.
"Maybe we could distract him if I shapeshifted into a mosquito" Cernd suggested. I turned away in despair and the others, though reluctant, followed one by one.
"Boo is worried" I heard from a few yards back.
"My uncle Quale always used to sing this song when I felt sad" Aerie consoled the hamster.
"I'll do it for a turnip" Jan yelled from the top of the stairs. As I reached the dungeon floor I heard someone singing in a soft and shaky voice "I while away the hours, conferring with the flowers...".

About five seconds later, the remains of my party laid scattered across the cold marble floor. The dragon was almost slain.
"Who's your daddy" Lilarcor said from the firm grip of my right hand. I dragged myself back towards the stairs to catch my breath. The trail of blood I had left, made me wonder if I would be able to kill the dragon without any legs. The haste potions wasn't much use now. And in that second I heard the dark murmur of the dragon's healing spells. I looked up and saw Boo gnawing persistantly away at Firkraag's tail. This would clearly be the end of me...

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