<div class="floatleft">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/5313/huntericonl.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>---Barok Arvidsson---</strong></span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=383337)<br/><hr/><br/>When Barok returned to the group he had a dark look in his eyes.<strong>"I think I know whar we are, boy's 'n girls,"</strong>he stated.<strong>"Whatever happened to the ship musta knocked us off-course, but I studied the maps o' these seas well before I set sail with the rest o' ya.  The jaggedness o' the rocks, the sheerness o' the coastline...  Aye.  We've landed on <em>Smuggler's Shiv</em>, ancestors preserve us."</strong><br/><br/>The man grinned through his bushy beard.<strong>"Don't know how many o' ye are superstitious, but it's said ghosts 'n ghouls trawl these shores at night in search o' prey, the remnants o' all the folks who've died in these waters.  No colonies on this island fer that very reason.  We're well far from civilization."</strong>