From: Balefire <lloret@gol.com>

Noel Woodworth wrote:

> though the lasses kin handle themselves fer the most part, ah think it
> twill be better fer us te all stay tegether right now."  He looks to his
> companions and says, "Well, are ye gonna help clear it or do ye think thet
> it's work only fer a ale-soaked tavern owner?".....

  Balefire attacked the pile of rock as if it were a living enemy, huge
red-gauntleted hands clawing at boulders and armor straps creaking with the
force of swelling muscles as he hauled at fallen shoring timbers.  All the
while the warmage kept up a constant stream of horrible oaths and invective,
his bearded visage twisted in rage and frustration at having to do manually a
task that would take a hearbeat to do magically, if only magic worked here.
Dust swirled and billowed as the party wrenched at the debris.

"By all the gods of Tamriel," the mercenary mage rasped, "when I find the one
responsible for all this, he or she or it will *beg* for death before I am
finished."  The rune-carved staff slung across his back whined and tittered in
bloodthirsty anticipation.