[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] Though normally, any red-blooded men felt the chill of fear in their spine and the claws of nervousness in their belly before a battle, on this day, the merchant, far from his home, felt something quite different, relief. He had made it through the trial with the yeeks and could fight upon Salador's back once again.

Zarif: [i]"They are spread across the land like the locusts they are! Let us pick them off one by one!"[/i]

The quartermaster slapped the reigns of his camel and took off, grinning wickedly as he thundered across the field. He eyed a small house, with someone peeking out an unlocked door [i]Perhaps I ought check that out after this...[/i] Often a conquered people would shower their conquerors in gifts in hopes of getting off lightly 

He bore down on a far inferior [i]un[/i]mounted archer, swinging his brand new sling around overhead. as he rounded the second corner of the house, his projectile smacked the archer hard in the head. The poor landlocked Nassite had only enough time to loose a single , grazing shot from his shotbow, scratching Zarf's unarmored side, before the second sling bullet took him in the eye.



[center][sub][i]Zarif moves 10 tiles north-west to 10-32 and attacks the Nassite archer, dealing 7 damage twice, and receiving 6 in return, killing the archer and earing 21 exp and 2 Bow Wexp  [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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