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Grunts Guild 25 Gorboth Keeper 17 Mar 2010
Well, for better or worse, it's finally happened ...
Years ago, when the floodwaters rose and swallowed the continent of Emerald,
many things were washed into oblivion. One such thing was the guildhall of
the Grunts.
"Gods be praised!" was the general chorus from the Elves.
"I won't miss the smell ..." chimed in the humans.
"TooMuchPooAndStank!!" shrieked the gnomes.
"Not a moment too soon! My appetite can return now!" piped the hobbits.
"Hmmmph! Won't miss 'em at all ..." grumped the dwarves.
But the goblins. Oh, the poor goblins. Their cries were many and loud. And
for too long, ignored. And so it was, just today, in fact, that I was
wandering around the hills of Emerald, when my foot got stuck in something.
Something stinky and terrible! When I lifted by boot, lo and behold, there
was a tiny little Grunt shaking his fist at me from his hole. I investigated
further, and sure enough ... the Grunt guildhall has survived all these
years!
Well, my apologies to the fairer races. But those of you who have been
longing for the ... er ... no-so-fine things in life can now make a bee line
for the stinkiest hole in Emerald. I'm not telling you where it is, though!
G.
G.