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When at last the bird lies in pieces on the ground, Gell stops his frenzied assault. He leans against the handle of his axe, panting, and looking down at what he had accomplished. With a satisfied grunt, Gell kicks the carcass of the large bird. "Yeah! That am what happen to REST of dark! They am not beating Gell!" The half orc squints suddenly as the light reflecting off of the gems catches him in the eyes, then he gleefully scoops up into his bag the mess of treasure that fell out of the bird. "Gell am finding shiny rocks!" Gell then walks over to the group gathered around Father Quadrial's fallen form, seeing now the injuries the monk sustained. "That am look like it hurt! Am he going to be allright? Squishy men am not having arms bend that way most times...."
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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."
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