Oct 12, 2010

I'm not an elf... not yet an ogre...

Tribby smashed open the vault, and thought to herself, sadly, on how it had become her primary method of solving problems.  How would she have solved the issue of the safe in her old body?

Tribby blinked.  When had this Ogre body been dubbed her body, and her original form, her old?  Was... was she happy in this new body, or simply becoming desensitized to it?  She looked down at her huge, hairy hands.  Was she happy?  Happy being strong?

She grunted and tore the remaining pieces of the safe door and tossed it aside, and smiled.  Ogre, Human, or Elf, there was gold in them thar hills.

 Stone of weight
 Dust of sneezing and choking

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