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Chapter 1- Blame
Imoen looked up past her hood and to the weather shaken sky "I think it's going to rain" she whispered to her friend who knelt before the body of her dead father. "I don't like getting wet" she added feebly, desperate to awake her friend from the greave-ridden trance she was now in. Imoen desperately wanted to say something that would cheer her up. Make her forget so they could get going. As much as she was shaken and upset about the death of Gorian she was desperate to leave the death filled circles and head on the Friendly Arm so she could mourn her way, by getting drunk at the first opportunity she had and then brake lots of furniture and insult everybody close to her. All she wanted to do was blame someone else and right now all she had was an 'E' scribbled at the bottom of a letter telling Gorian and Deminior to leave. She needed someone who stood before her and could take insults (usually the bar man) .Yet here she was standing behind her best friend and trying to ignore the strange wetness now begining to sprinkle on the top of her hood "A true warrior wouldn't do this" She muttered, desperate to awake he friend. "Don't tell me what to do" came a voice, barely recognisable, from Deminior. She turned, tears streaming down in clumsyish waves. "So," Imoen began not sure how to remain friends and get her to her feet at the same time. She took a step forward and continued. "your talking again, come on," she said more softly this time. She began to pull her friend to her feet and, whilst Deminior took her final look into her fathers face, took the jewellery from the ogre bodies lying around. She turned her back to face Deminior "So ready to get blind drunk and blame it on the system?" Imoen laughed, jokingly. "I can't... it's too...." She replied feebly. "Shame, I was looking forward to it!"
Chapter 1- Blame
Imoen looked up past her hood and to the weather shaken sky "I think it's going to rain" she whispered to her friend who knelt before the body of her dead father. "I don't like getting wet" she added feebly, desperate to awake her friend from the greave-ridden trance she was now in. Imoen desperately wanted to say something that would cheer her up. Make her forget so they could get going. As much as she was shaken and upset about the death of Gorian she was desperate to leave the death filled circles and head on the Friendly Arm so she could mourn her way, by getting drunk at the first opportunity she had and then brake lots of furniture and insult everybody close to her. All she wanted to do was blame someone else and right now all she had was an 'E' scribbled at the bottom of a letter telling Gorian and Deminior to leave. She needed someone who stood before her and could take insults (usually the bar man) .Yet here she was standing behind her best friend and trying to ignore the strange wetness now begining to sprinkle on the top of her hood "A true warrior wouldn't do this" She muttered, desperate to awake he friend. "Don't tell me what to do" came a voice, barely recognisable, from Deminior. She turned, tears streaming down in clumsyish waves. "So," Imoen began not sure how to remain friends and get her to her feet at the same time. She took a step forward and continued. "your talking again, come on," she said more softly this time. She began to pull her friend to her feet and, whilst Deminior took her final look into her fathers face, took the jewellery from the ogre bodies lying around. She turned her back to face Deminior "So ready to get blind drunk and blame it on the system?" Imoen laughed, jokingly. "I can't... it's too...." She replied feebly. "Shame, I was looking forward to it!"