This story is from the time Yarash the Sorcerer was but level 9 of 50. He had
just leveled a bit and was feeling cocky. Passing through his old stomping
rounds he spied a large group of orcs. He quickly planned a surprise attack that
would confuse them. In the confusion he would easily slay the small band of five
orcs. He leapt from the shadows, quickly drew and brandished his steel dirk, 
and sounded his mighty battle cry. The orcs were prepared for the assult!
Somehow they reacted quickly. The evil orcs put up a tremendous battle. Several
of the orcs quickly fell, but Yarash the Sorcerer's powers were drained.
Terribly injured the Sorcerer paniced and fled. But in the confusion he ran into
the eager clutches of another band of orcs! Still he fled. He fled in a manner
such as a ping-pong ball is hit from one paddle to another. The result was quite
unsatisfactory. Soon he beheld bold letters indicating that he was about to
expire. Miraculously he regained conciousness to see an orc miss an attack at
him! The paniced Sorcerer had but a pathetic number of so called "hit points."
No longer did he think, but instincts forced him to reach into his backpack. The
desperate Sorcerer removed his ornate wand with the last remaining charge. He
quickly pointed it at the first target he saw. A mighty fireball errupted from
the end of the wand. He heard the scream of an orc and felt the warmth of a
small fire. To his amazement he had fled into a room with only one orc. Quickly
he scanned the area to discover he was trapped in a tunnel between two bands of
ferocious orcs. As luck had it, he was able to rest a bit before the first orc
rushed in to attack. He patiently waited for each orc to approach him before
finishing it off. Thus he escaped the cavern of the orcs and lived to fight
another day.

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