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Knifk grimaced as the bitter liquid slid down his throat, then resumed his front row assault on the giant spider.

Knifk gulps down a potion.

With his shield at the ready, Knifk twirls his saber and cautiously holds back as the others barrage the spider with attacks, which it deftly avoids. He winces as burning acid sprays onto his armor, sizzling against the cold metal, burning it's way closer to his skin. As the other heroes step back to regroup, Knifk nods at Tarn and leaps from the front row toward the giant spider.

"Finally! Knifk smash Giant Spider front row!"

Peering over Guts' shoulder as he writes a magic pink letter, Knifk angrily protests the accusation, but the letter has already vanished. He snatches the pen and parchment from the older rogue and scribbles a letter in Orcish - Scheherazade, I can assure you that this man is a lying bastard and I have eaten no roast pigs at the hall, although I have enjoyed some of your excellent ale. Ale aside, I hope you understand that this man has framed me for a crime which I did not commit, and he most certainly ate all three pigs himself. I bid you good day, fair maiden. Sir Knifk "Knifk has Z-mail!"

I believe it resembles the lines on a computer circuit board.

Doesn't Hoptets Nurturing remove negative effects, so Thormanil could've attacked?

"Knifk is fine with straight. Knifk hopes he gets to whack things soon. Knifk was disappoint when he didn't get to whack weird friend with mind problems. Whacking makes Knifk happy.

Knifk slowly walks down the seemingly endless hallway, the only sound the soft clinking of metal caused by Tfel bumping against his armor. The sword was rusted and knocked all over from it's time underground. He'd have to get a smith to look at it sometime soon. He sighed, imagining that such a piece of work would make his coin purse considerably lighter, and continued trudging.

"Knifk thinks left as good as any, unless someone have magic compass."

"Knifk could smack him really good!" the Orc helpfully offered, lifting the flat side of his blade.

Knifk grinned as Tfel sank into his foe's flesh, a small gasp escaping her lips before she went limp. He ripped the jagged blade out of her chest, and spent to attack the brigand from the front row.

His eyes glowing red with bloodlust, Knifk attempts to finish the Sniper from the front row"

Fleebnorks! I love you for making BrikWars reference.

@Etzel: I think tose were just random examples off the top of his head, which is why he said 'the likes of'. @palathadric: The followers of Ennoc have a very similar theme to Christians, as can be seen in Etzel's Quest The Paladin Conquest.

Giving a cry of rage, Knifk swings Tfel in a mighty blow at the Sniper from the Front Row.

Knifk howls and swings Tfel once again, this time aiming for the Brigand from the front row.

Knifk's blade cleaved the ground with a harsh clang of steel on rock as the sniper danced out of the way of his blow, right into Guts' knife. He smiled grimly and prepared to continue his assault on the Sniper from the front row when hot red blood splattered across his right side. He glanced over to see that Tarn had received a nasty cut across the stomach and was breathing heavily. Startled by the attacker's ferocity, he mentally prepared himself to intercept any blows that might come their way with his shield, then executed his attack.

Knifk narrowed his eyes, and a metallic scraping filled the air as he unsheathed Tfel and leapt at the Sniper from the front row in a single, fluidic movement.

Raising his shield in preperation for any attacks that may come his way, Knifk attacks Alpha Male from the front row.

"Knifk smash Alpha Male! front row!"

"Knifk is ready for smashing mean rock thieves!" OOC: My stats are fine.

Knifk returns Tarn's smile and gulps down a large swallow of mead. "You fight well, Mr. Barbarian! Knifk thinks shield arm shall be sore for a good long while!"

The funny thing is that her not angry face does have lipstick. It magically disappears when she gets mad. Also, when I hold my Samurai X head next to my Nya head, the standard expressions appear to be different. I think this ne one looks a little happier.

"Ugh... " Knifk groans at the impact on his shield, the mighty blow seemed to have dislocated or fractured his arm by the sheer force of ot's impact. He swung Tfel at Tarn from the front row with his good arm.