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Stories of a Cleric
A small bound book scuffed and stained from many adventures.
Thursday, 22 June 2006
Moving On

Deep in the N’Rolav tombs the Cleric slashed without concentrating. Despite the beast fearsome battle skills Radiant Slayer swung with blurring speed to carve a solid trail of light in the inky darkness. It took the Cleric a mere three strokes to dispatch the beast, a quick gathering of its loot and moving on.

This tiresome task was keeping from the Milltown temple where he would much rather be, the books sheltering in the Holy Order of Light were a source of fascination for him. However it was unavoidable, since he could no longer train to increase his skills the Cleric would leave the Temple each morning, nod in greeting to Hedwidge and Margot before carefully examining the items adventurers were offering for sale.

In the past few days the Cleric had spent the majority of the platinum earned as he was training in the tombs buying a number of rare and expensive scrolls from the golden age to increase his abilities. He still was still hoping the many scrolls needed to make Radiant Slayer worthy of its name would appear but he would need to kill many Wretches before he could afford that.

Extending his hand into another shapeless blob of destroyed flesh to gather the coins within the Cleric sighed and moved on.
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