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« on: May 30, 2013, 11:21:49 am »
So, there I was, butt-naked in the middle of the camp. I pay little attention when "the axeman woke up," though I was a little surprised that one of my companions had survived.
A few rounds later, he approaches me as I continue to sift through my new-found wealth and cuts off my hand. I believe it takes me another two rounds to realize that this is one of the enemy!
Naturally, I run away, bleeding heavily. He is rather wounded though, and, being naked, my speed is higher. I loop around and proceed to dress and arm (still have both arms, just missing one hand) myself while he stands politely about five tiles away. I then proceed to slowly beat him to death with my silver flail. Then, out of spite, perhaps, I beat to death another of his companions who was also heavily wounded before spotting yet another who has not participated in the battle.
I decide at this point to run away, because this one is healthy. At least I am fully clothed, armed, and with sufficient food and water for a while. I report my successes, and proceed to gather a new little party - six whole followers! Can you believe it! Apparently the missing hand and the long straight scar on my upper right arm added some gravitas and mystique to my character that his very low linguistic ability never could.
I am off to ill some more bandits, or to "lead (them) to glory and death." Whichever.