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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">IF YOU LOVE ME<br/>
WON'T YOU LET ME KNOW?</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">With her blade thrust deep into the fire giant's back,</span></span></span> Sbatarra had to strain a bit in order to remove her falchion from the tough flesh.  What with the injuries she had suffered from that fight, she barely had the strength to heave the blade out.  Still, she managed to suck it up, yank the blade free, then fall back on her rear to pant heavily.  She was growing tired of battling giants for the day.  Pretty much for the entire year, really.  She was beginning to hope that she wouldn't have to face these creatures ever again in her lifetime, for even though she had managed to kill three, collectively they should have been able to kill her just as many times, had she not had the element of surprise on her hands.  This last fight especially, since she was certain the fire giant would've ended her life had the stone giant not assisted her.  For that, she was thankful, even more so after she was given the fire opal, and offered a few broken words of thanks.<br/>
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It was then that she called upon her Walk Unseen invocation, and then lifted herself into the air to make her trip along the mountainous path easier.  She just wanted to leave these lands, to find Burland Castle and be given time to find maps of the land, and to do research, before striking out for the largest city known to civilized kind.  There she would find her fortune, and figure out just what to do with her life to make Double-Dead proud.  Once she became stronger, then she would find this Silverbrow and take her life, proving that her way was the superior one.<br/>
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But first, she needed to get out of these fucking mountains.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>