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pushing away his breakfast plate of mushrooms and moss sauce.
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He turned with Wulfgar to leave, but the door burst in before them. "Nice blade, elf!" said Bruenor Battlehammer, standing in a puddle of seawater."
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He turned with Wulfgar to leave, but the door burst in before them. "Nice blade, elf!" said Bruenor Battlehammer, standing in a puddle of seawater. He tossed the magical scimitar to Drizzt. "Find a name for it, will ye? Blade like that be needing a name. Good for a cook at a pig roastin'!"
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Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
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Time to go," Drizzt responded for the third time."
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Only surprise delayed Regis's immediate squeals of joy when Bruenor opened his gray eyes and winked.
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Come with us, Rumblebelly," Bruenor said after they had finished an excellent lunch in the palace. "Four adventurers, out on the open plain. It'll do ye some good an' take a bit o' that belly o' yers away!" Regis grasped his ample stomach in both hands and jiggled it. "I like my belly and intend to keep it, thank you. I may even add some more to it!"
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Tell us of this Calim Desert," said Wulfgar. "What is a desert?"
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Save us a day and more!" Bruerior repeated stubbornly. Wulfgar wasn't convinced."
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Independence is what matters," Wulfgar explained. "And it is more difficult by far to be independent of our own inner shackles than it is of the shackles that others might place upon us." The"
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Do not worry so much of the future that you let today pass you by.
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With a nod, she was gone. Wulfgar watched her disappear back down the corridor, not so determined to have this fight now, without knowing that Catti-brie would be safe behind him. "What if the gray ones have reinforcements near?" he asked Bruenor. "What of Catti-brie? She will be blocked from returning to us." "No whinin', boy!" Bruenor snapped,"
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He put his head down and charged at the mirror. Perhaps it was a teleportation door to another section of the city, perhaps a simple doorway to a room beyond. Or perhaps, Alton dared to imagine in those few desperate seconds, this was some interplanar gate that would being him into a strange and unknown plane of existence! He felt the tingling excitement of adventure pulling him on as he neared the wonderer thing - then he felt only the im..
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We came to find me home, boy, but this is not the place. Me people once lived, here, 'tis true, but the darkness that creeped into Mithral Hall has put an end to me claim on it. I've no wish to return once I'm clear of the stench of the place, know that in yer stubborn head.
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It's for the shadows now, and the gray ones, and may the whole stinkin' place fall in on their stinkin' heads!
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Fantastic," muttered Harkle. "Simply unbelievable!" Regweld, too, had now noticed the black elf and seemed interested for the first time since the party had arrived. "Are we to be allowed passage?" Drizzt asked. "Oh, yes, please do come in," replied Harkle, trying unsuccessfully to mask his excitement"
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is it within us all, when the memories of war have faded, to so want to be a part of something great that we throw aside the quiet, the calm, the mundane, the peace itself? Do we collectively come to equate peace with boredom and complacency? Perhaps we hold these embers of war within us, dulled only by sharp memories of the pain and the loss, and when that smothering blanket dissipates with the passage of healing time, those fires flare ag..
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She paused when she got to Drizzt, studying his handsome features. "Who have we here?" she asked, not losing her calm monotone. "I had not heard of your arrival, but I am sure that many will desire an audience with you before you go! We have never seen one of your kind."
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He had never held any illusions that he would change the whole world, of course, or even a substantial portion of it, but he had always held strongly that fighting to better just his own little pocket of the world was a worthwhile course. And
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Wulfgar did smile. Then, all at once, he jerked back his head and roared, throwing away all of his anger and prejudice, so that he might take the halfling's advice and view Longsaddle with an open mind. Even the musical wizard stopped his playing to observe the spectacle of the barbarian's soul-cleansing scream. And when he had finished, Wulfgar laughed. Not an amused chuckle, but a thunderous roll of laughter that flowed up from his belly ..
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And damn that Spider Queen as well!
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What place is this," Drizzt asked the cat quietly, "that I call home? These are my people, by skin and by heritage, but I am no kin to them. They are lost and ever will be. "How many others are like me, I wonder?"
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third had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.
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Hindsight is easy, but decisions made in the moment are often much more difficult, the "right" choice often much harder to discern."
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Robillard looked out the window to the late afternoon skyline. Smoke rose from several locations, adding to the gloom. "So much gray out there," the wizard remarked. "So many shades of gray...."
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Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience, and the poor man's arm. It cannot be broken, and it cannot be taken away. This I must believe.
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the path to joy is not paved in gold, particularly in gold unearned.
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Hardly that! The path to joy is paved in a sense of confidence and self-worth, a feeling that we have made the world a little bit better, perhaps, or that we fought on for our beliefs despite adversity
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Belwar's master, fearing for its god-thing, tried to follow, but the deep gnome's strength had returned tenfold with his anger, and his wounded arm felt no pain as he smashed his enchanted hammer-hand into the squishy flesh of the illithid's head. Sparks flew and scorched the illithid's face, and the creature slammed back into the wall, its milky, pupil-less eyes staring at Belwar in disbelief. Then it slid, ever so slowly, to the floor, do..
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It is not hard to look back on history and see atrocities committed on a grand scale that horrify the sensibilities of the folk of this day but were simply accepted or deemed necessary by folk in days more superstitious and unenlightened.
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What else might be said of Jarlaxle other than a confused sigh, after all?
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Concern yourself with the matters of Luskan, Jarlaxle," Gromph warned, his voice ominous and threatening. "Leave the greater truths to those of greater understanding."
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I have come to know that it is an important thing to keep in mind--not to complain or to make melancholy, but simply because only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live.
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He calmed by reminding himself that times of chaos were times of opportunity.
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Would that I had the courage to depart, this place or this life, or to stand openly against the wrongness that is the world of these, my kin. To seek an existence that does not run afoul to that which I believe, and to that which I hold dear faith is truth.
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To place the measure of a living being's worth above that of another simply because that being wears the same color skin as I belittles my principles.
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In the end, when life's last flickers fade, all that remains is memory. Richness, in the final measure, is not weighed in gold coins, but in the number of people you have touched, the tears of those who mourn your passing, and the fond remembrances of those who continue to celebrate your life.
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This was drow society in all its macabre play, and while it seemed ultimately wrong in the heart of the youngest member of House Do'Urden, Drizzt could not deny the excitement of the night.
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The journey is more important than the goal, for while the goal might be worthwhile, the journey is, in fact, the thread of your life.
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A true god damn you all!
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She has found the truth of competition, that there is no better challenge to be found than one a person can make with herself, that the personal competition outweighs any other, and by great magnitude. Simply, the rise of a rival challenges each of us to do better and be better, and that is to be celebrated, not feared or prevented.
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I am writing my story," she said. "We all are. I want my story to be wide."
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He would write his story, as Khotai always said, but it would be one with as few dead at the hands of Talmadge as possible.
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