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Althior shot Artamor a puzzled look. "Hey, can I borrow your throwing dagger for a minute, Alexis?"

You should know, you were the QM. "A quest? Oh that does ring some what of a bell. Very faint, though." "Lost his memory, saddens me very much." "Not all of it my dear Flanagan!" "Finnegan!" "That's what I meant!" "Well, I sat here after beating that no good rogue over there in a drinking contest, this nice Cleric made me a drink, and it made me gag! Very nice if I may say so!" "He looks very pathetic. Wait, I'm lilac?! "

"Tesni Hightribe!" Althior called, "I believe I know you from somewhere!" "He's lost his memory. Don't ask."

"I take great offense to this." Hey, get back to the hall! Althior's supposed to be the one breaking down the fourth wall! "Fine!" Few! *awkwardsilence* What are you looking at?

Just be glad there are no Finnegan children!

"Those names ring a bell, but it's not too loud. " Althior then drinks the potion, gags, but doesn't hurl like Artamor. "Jess, rings a bell, but I don't really know her. But I might, damn Abraxas tinkering with my mind!" "What?" "Nothing! Nothing at all!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRONK!!! Here's a lawn Gnome cake I found for you. It'll go well with your Jedi gnome: I was gonna say that...

Althior smiled at the face of the cleric, for he knew this was a man he had not met before. He didn't know how, but he thought this man could help him in the end. "Hello sir! You seem to be a cleric, no? Recently returned from a quest, eh? You quest with anyone I may know. I'm not sure how many people I know any more, but any come from a cave? Sorry if that's a weird question, but a cave is somewhere in the back of my mostly empty mind. Don't ask me what I mean..."

Althior comes back into the hall with a blank look on his face. Finnegan trails behind him. He sits at the bar and orders another drink. "Why the 'ell you doin' that boy? Drinkin' to forget?" Scheherazade said. "No," Althior replied, "to remember" Althior recognized a few faces on his way in, but not many. His memory was almost gone, and he needed to get it back somehow. It didn't matter to him. He'd soon pack his bags and set out if no help came first. The same name constantly tortured him day by day. Abraxas.

"Damn Crusaders!" Althior drunkenly screams, "I can walk 'ome myself!" He picks up his shovel, and leaves. Luckily his Inn is right next door.

You do know that if you brought up a good fight, we'd think of your innocence right? You come out only to defend yourself and when you do you make a piss poor job of it. Your fate was sealed as soon as you made us think you're scum with. You also didn't take advice from the backbone of the criminals, trying to go with your gut feeling and not the gut feeling of the criminals when you had an opportunity to help them greatly. You're also making Creeps so angry he's forgetting his natural greenness! You monster!

A grin plants itself on Althior's face. "Well that was nice! Show'd dat Rogue who da best drinka' aroun' 'ere is!" "Can we just leave? This Chicken might take a puke bath and then peck at me!" "Fine!" Althior gets up from the table feeling a bit woozy. He grabs his shovel for a cane, and walks out of the saloon. Once he reaches the stairs, he falls down them. "HA HA! REVENGE!!!!"

"Ya' know, we've been at this far too long. Why don' we calit a draw, eh? I need some beauty sleep!"

I think it was pretty obvious that you should target one of those two, or he wouldn't mention them.

Yeah. My mother's never told me that...

Congrats Oky! A nice one too if I may say so.

I was lurking when the last contest happened, so I'll probably join this one! I need some Wisconsin snow to get me in the mood.

"Can you swing with your shovel again Althior?" "No worries, I got it." "Thank you Mr. Crusader Sir!" "Omf!" "Ha! Tripped 'im four times! Hit me agai'!"

I hope I'm not considered the last one to vote because I'm at the end of the list.

"Tank ya' beddy much muchacho!"

What happens when Etzel runs out of letters?

Congrats to the winners! Glad to see some of my votes in there.

Just so you know, something big is coming to the halls of Heroica. We just need Doc to get off his fat butt and start building. And we do have Sandy's approval on this. No peeking!