Asherons Call: So, an Olthoi, an Ursuin and a Drudge Walk into a Tavern...

by Vellus of Morningthaw

An explorer in the deepest Dires suddenly found himself surrounded by a
bloodthirsty group of banderlings. Upon surveying the situation, he said
quietly to himself, "Oh man, I'm screwed."

A ray of light fell from the sky and the voice of Asheron boomed out, "No,
you are not screwed. Pick up that stone at your feet and bash in the head of
the chief standing in front of you."

So the explorer picked up the stone and proceeded to bash the life out of
the chief. He stood above the lifeless body, breathing heavily, surrounded
by 1000 banderlings with looks of shock on their faces.

The voice boomed out again, "Okay, now you're screwed."