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Dorcas - The Tired And Sweaty Fighter

    by: Banana Boat Author IconMail Icon
Dorcas was tired. He had been chopping wood all day, using the money to repay his debts to Lord Eliwood and his wife Natalie. Sweaty and weak, the lumbering fighter dragged a big pile of chopped wood towards his house, where Natalie would prepare it and sell to the local merchants.

Today was an unusual day, as Dorcas had chopped much more than he was used to. Somehow he had lost track of time and it was nearly dark. He wanted to get home soon, to make sure that Natalie was safe and that bandits would not come near.

Another few steps, a few more gasps and Dorcas had to stop. This was ridiculous. Even someone as muscular as him wouldn't be able to transport a group of logs this heavy. He had to leave them behind. That meant to inventory to take home. Natalie would be disappointed.

Sighing, Dorcas sat down, tossing his blunt axe to the ground. He didn't want to leave the entire day's work here. But it was getting dark soon and there would be no way for Dorcas to lug all this stuff home. He wished someone could help him.

And them, as if his prayers were answered, a shaman approached from the mist. Dorcas could easily see that it was Ug, a local druid. "Well well well."

Dorcas looked up. He then took no time in asking for the shaman's help.

"I see. What a horrid thing this is. You need to be stronger you say?" The mysterious shaman danced around in a circle, seemingly making night come sooner.

Dorcas nodded. "I'm willing to try anything to get this pile home."

The shaman nodded. "Very well then." He held up a finger and muttered a spell. "There we go! All done." With that Ug, vanished into the mist.

Dorcas was confused. What had just happened?

And then the sweaty fighter felt a strange feeling. It was like a surge of power. What was going on? What did the shaman do?
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