With a start, Aorana quickly awoke. Looking around, she was amazed to find herself in that same Hibernian Pub that she'd appeared in several months ago. She could recall her sudden appearance and her amazement at being able to understand the language of the enemy. Fortunately, none of the natives had yet noticed her, hidden as she was at a table in a shady corner <dorf healer stealth 4tehwin!>.
Several things were puzzling to Aorana however. First, she must have been napping for over a month, as had the elves, keen, & bolgs, judging by how much her hair and fingernails had grown. Furthermore, most of them were still staring at the elf Masnark, who had been telling them a tale of events long passed. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes unfocused as he pondered the Hibernian siege of Midgard. She was amazed that his audience was still entranced by his tale, waiting for him to continue, even though he had been silent for many weeks. A small keen with a somewhat high-pitched voice <hehe!> finally spoke up, trying to bring him out of his thoughts, so that he would continue his tale. Llava was his name, if Aorana's memory was correct.
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Used to play DAOC & WOW.
Tried WAR and Aion, didn't stick with either.
Maybe MMOs just aren't my thing anymore?
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