This time a monolog, and there are three unnamed characters, can you identified the speaker, and the two others he is speaking of?
The hairs of the world.
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This is my mission.
I don't know how many of us there are, but only a few are needed.
They would never see it coming! It is horrible, and its name, Helka Gurtha (Icy Death), should sends chills thought all the spines of the living in the realms. A white dragon so powerful, that it uses it's own portals to move throughout the realms. And the worst part is, it can't be killed. It's already dead.
Fortunately for us, there are protections in place that prevent it from entering this side of the City of Gates. And my mission is to protect one of them, the hair that grows from my master, the only one he has.
With all those muscles and barbarian rage, if only the master wouldn't be so stupid, but then again, it makes him easier to protect. My mission will come to a conclution, I found the Butterknife of Balduran, the Helkas Bane.
I have thought about revealing my true form so many times, especially now that the Imp is involved, but it would lead only to my certain death, and maybe the 'masters' too. But Ao has shown us a better way, to get rid of the evil Bhaalspawn and the Imp too, if only but, we have no other choice but to sacrifice one of the Helm's own. I wish there would be another way, but there are none. May Kelemvor see the truth within our deeds and share the wisdom, within his.
Edited by Jarno Mikkola, 18 October 2007 - 10:37 PM.
