I Am the Stuff of Legends
It appears that a lot more has happened while I slept than I thought.
 Dwarven Goblin |
Please, whoever you are, take my armor. You have earned it with your valiant fighting. May it bring you better luck than it has brought me. | ||||
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| You reach out your hand to help the Dwarven Goblin back to his feet despite the boos of the crowd. | |||||
| You no gives mercy! Only me gives mercy! Let us see what you does against Goblin Goonies! |  Goblin Aristocrat | ||||
| Seeing your act of kindness, the Champion of the Arena stepped forward out of the shadows as the Goblin Aristocrat was speaking. As he was giving the signal to his henchmen, the same ones that dragged you to this place to begin with, she raised her hand and the crowd fell silent to hear what she would say. | |||||
 Elven Goblin |
If what you say is true, Sir, then I offer this petition. Send in your Goonies and for every one that this... Vrilya... cuts down, I ask to be allowed to fight on fair grounds. Of course, I would not dream to question your rule, so we will wait until the Goonies are finished. However, this Vrilya deserves as much a chance as any of us to earn the right to be called Champion of the Arena. | ||||
| When the Elven Goblin said, "Vrilya," a hush fell over the crowd. All had heard of the Seeker centuries ago that had overthrown Zeruul and then disappeared without a trace. They looked at you with new appreciation and a sense of wonder in their eyes. For the first time since waking, you understood the effect you had had on the Mythlands. You were the stuff of legends, hopes, dreams, and more. What would they do if they knew who you truly were? |
