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Chapter 11

"After our last chilling episode of 'Wild Thera' we welcome you back for
another equally interesting, if not as action packed tell-a-cast, courtesy of
your favorite reporter and most daring gnome transmuter, Fistlnep
Throngbottom. Viewer response is higher than ever and we hope to land more
sponsors and viewer pledges soon so that we can continue to bring you this
educational and engrossing program, brought to you by the Drunken Efreeti
Inn."

"The ill-fated attack from last year seems to have been quickly forgotten by
Splorf. Even the pain of death and reconstitution at the dark altar seems to
have faded from the mind of our young Splorf, and his pride has grown
immensly in the past year. Or rather, I should say had. Rule number one in
the orc village. Don't piss off any orc bigger than you. Why Splorf decided
he could stand up to a soldier of the village, I will never know. Flepsh
stood with him at first, though that lasted only a brief painful moment, and
Krunk was smart or cowardly enough to make himself scarce very fast. The
rest is, as they say, history."

"My reporting does have limits, and after watching the first several brutal
tortures and deaths inflicted on Splorf, I had to excuse myself. It seems
the soldier he angered has a penchant for some rather sick torture and Splorf
has shown a lack of intelligence in admitting defeat. I fear now it is too
late for young Splorf as I have not seen him in many weeks and it seems
unlikely the dark altar has continued to revive him. Such ends the life of
Splorf, hung in a cave, entrails hanging at his feet, skin flayed, eyes
missing, skull violated, and still too stubborn to beg and grovel for mercy."