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This one won't bother anyone no more !           No thank you, I dont smoke           Oh he eh, COWARD ! I LOVE MY PROVIDER : In the Commonlands, there are Orc camps. Generally, they are occupied by 7 or 8 Orcs, Legionnaires, Oracles and Centurions, it is to tell you that a solo attack beneath level 30 is rather suicidal. That's why, we join together to go there. So, with my group, we were plundering the camp when suddenly, in the middle of the camp, a disconnection happened ! ! Damned… I try to get on line again, impossible… For the beginners, I explain the situation : your poor Uenaelar is going to be in the middle of the Orc camp, trying to reconnect himself, BUT WITHOUT HIS GROUP ! ! ! After 15 agonizing minutes, the connection is finally restored… I reconnect myself with apprehension, the finger stuck on the "RUN LIKE HELL" key. Of course, I emerge in the middle of the Orc camp, and the screen displays the message "FULL" ! ! I think that the record of 800 metres between the trees in the Commonlands has been broken on that day… I say 800 metres, but I must have covered a distance of 120 before they finish me off… I love my provider…   UENAELAR THE MAGICIAN : The mummies have an unpleasant habit, they "desease" you. It is unpleasant enough, because you recover your lifepoints at the rate of a pupil going to the blackboard, and that lasts during 3 local days. Under level 5, you better commit suicide… For the wealthiest ones (your servant, for instance), you only have to pay a cleric to take cure you. It is handy and not too expensive. So, the other day, a fierce fight with two mummies had let me "deseased", and with only a quarter of my lifepoints. I make enquiries by my acquaintances, no clerk in sight… Damned ! ! I have been reduced to flee from the Kodiaks, that is the last straw ! ! ! It is at that moment that a girlfriend of mine sends me a message : "I've found a cleric, but he hasn't got the spell, he has never found the scroll…". You know me, don't you ? I love playing tricks on the Newbies… I rush to the Neriak temple and I buy the scroll, for I do know where it is ! ! And off I go towards the forest where I find our little clerk chasing the wolves. Extract of the translated log : Good morning. Good morning. Are you a cleric ? Yes. Great ! You'll be able to cure me, I'm "deseased". Er, yes, well… but I don't have the spell yet… What ! ? ! ? A level 5 clerk and you dont have "cure desease" ? Yeah, no, I 've never found the parchment to write it down. What's that bloody mess, wait a minute, I get in touch with your "guildmaster"… (I then cast a spell of "find undead", it is very beautiful, there are plenty of small stars around me). OK, it's fine, your guildmaster has given me this for you… (and I give him the parchment ! !). Urgllfrghgjttjgff… Thank you Sir… Then, the guy has memorized the spell in his book and has taken care of me… I would have paid a high price to see the guy's head in front of his keyboard… Very high price…   CYNIC, HE IS MY BUDDY ! ! I am going to give you my Fire Drake chasing technics in the Lavastorms. I get near the monster, I make him a Drain Force and I rush till the limit of the area with the Drake behin me. Like that, if the fight turns out to be bad (and believe me, it happens), I can run away easily. So I was fighting a Drake the other day when a guy with two elemental hung on his bottom turned up in the corridor… Well, it is OK, I run away… Next fight, a guy turns up in the corridor with an elemental… Well, it is all right, I run away… Third fight, same punishment ! ! Exasperated, I come back to the Lavastorms for the third time and I send a murderous message : "Eh, guys, if you are not strong enough for that area, go and kill wolves in the forest but stop training monsters on me ! !". A guy asks "who is it ?" … I answer "last time, it was CYNIC"… And here is CYNIC heaping insults on me and telling me that he has got two elementals on him, and that I am a fool… Of course, I retort that the fool is the one who managed in having two elementals on the back… The friendly conversation has lasted a certain time, punctated with "asshole", "fuck you" and other nice things… CYNIC is now my buddy…   PROSPECTS : My character is level 14, soon new spells at level 15. I have protection rings against the fire and two or three knick-knacks to increase my characteristics. I am saving my money to buy myself a magical sword (about 100 PP, the other merchant is a crook). I have found another dungeon in the Lavastorm Mountains.