As a cleric, you meet all kinds of people, and all of them are bleeding…

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Trolls….Ugly, large, but with the arguable benefit of being creatures who do not believe themselves to be water-soluable…they sometimes actually bathe.

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Halflings. Pleasant little guys, until they stick there little knives in your back and attempt to do an unauthorized kidney transplant. Of course, not all Halflings are back-stabbing thieves (No insult intended, Beedle).

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At first, I thought this heavily armoured guy was a halfling. But, the pointy ears suggest he might be a gnome. Whatever he is, stuff him in a cannon and he makes a great wall-piercing projectile.

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Ah, the Dark Elf, or “Inkie” as they are more affectionately known. Like most dark elves, Leigh here is dangerous looking and mysterious. Either that, or he should really see a chiropractor.

I’m a High Elf. We are supposed to have a natural enimity towards our evil, scheming brethren. Yet I seem to be surrounded by Dark Elves, or Inkie-wanna-bes. Lowki, Bramen, Bonbon, Beedle with his disguise on, Logg with his disguise on…why is everyone an inkie? Am I the only right-thinking individual left? Ack.

Mind you, half the people I hang out with are barrels or torches sometimes too. I really don’t know what Bramen and Bonbon really are, although I’m pretty sure they are not highly evolved unicycles.

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