Author:	Zog the Fishmonger
Date/Time:	2/5/2002 1:10:05 PM
Subject:	oOOoOoO oooOOOoOo OoooOOOoOOo
Well, at least as a dead Zog I don't smell like fish anymore! After Paxlair's 9pm Monday Night meeting, the swarm of Paladins, and others present, were confronted by that wailing emissary from the abyss, the Gatekeeper. The task: tracking down and killing one eyed Giants to garner the phrase of power. Via Winmere's runebook, a sea of purple capes flooded through the Portal to the Deserts North of Papua. Mass chaos and confusion reigned, as folks struggled to understand the construction of the phrase. A vast trek throughout the desert was undertaken. As usual, it was great fun, and I thank the Gatekeeper for the opportunity to communicate its strange and eerie wailings. Anyone recall the exact phrase? *winks* It was grand to see so much life(and death)in Paxlair. oh well, time for a long trek outta the desert... ooOooOo oOOoooOOo *ghostly smile* Zog the Fishmonger