The 27th Sumer 15AE dawned to blood curdling screams reverberating around the realms.
Was someone playing with Lara?
Was Yeltzin proving yet again there is indeed more than one way of skinning a
cat?
Alas no these were the screams of childbirth, and of a very unfortunate guild that was present at the spectacle.
The screaming endured for 15 hours, at one point nearly waking MrSneeze (but not quite) and then suddenly it stopped. Sweet silence settled upon Drakenwood once more as the entire guild of fighters gathered around the bloody heap that had landed in the fountain.
Moloch gave it an experimental prod with his boot, "What is it?" he said.
"It's your grandson!" yelled Purle.
Moloch gave it another experimental prod. "Are you sure?" asked Moloch, "it
sure as hell doesn't look anything like me, or you for that matter."
Purle blinked. "Of course he bloody is! He may be a little big for a baby, and
a tad furry but just look at him!"
They all looked.
The 'baby' seemed to be quite happily splashing about in the fountain, guzzling
on the wine flowing from it. It was nearly three feet all and very fluffy.
They all looked at Purle with a look that said "And this came out of you????"
"Well it definitely behaves like a Fighter," noted Cormac.
"See!" said Purle, "He IS one of us!"
"We'll see" said Moloch, "You ARE sure it isn't just another Wuzzie right?"
Everyone shrugged.