But on the other side of the spectrum, which Analia thought the ‘bigger’ side of the spectrum stood her. She was taller than Courtney by about 3 i...ches. Where Courney’s figure was the ideal of the magizines, Analia’s was that of what people were trying to stay clear of. Well she wasn’t that ‘big’ maybe a size 20 or 18 depending on the maker of the clothes. She always felt well over weight around Courtney. But eventually after constant casual meetings that sparked up a friendship. Analia had. But then there was something of a problem. After years of war, the place had been emptied of sane, able-bodied men. And so, a party was assembled with what was left: sane, able-bodied women and me.
There were five women in the group: first was Angela, probably the only one who deserved to be there. She was the son of a hunter, and had been raised to be more dangerous than half of the men who had actually been chosen to go to war. Her personality also tended to spit out just about as much. To be honest I had thought of such an eventuality and the pointed end of the bolt was made of much softer brass, and with the pressure of a mechanical spreader this point would shear and the rods could be extracted without doing damaged to the main elements. In deference to his obvious delight in adding a permanancy to his imprisonment he will only discover this fact when he reads this. If anyone else is disheartened by this please note I will insist two sets of bolts will be included with the. It fell to the ground, transforming into a black-skinned woman, blood gushing from between her breasts as she died.Thrak bellowed and rushed past me. He punched a barguest in the head. Bones snapped as the beast fell limp to the ground. The orc stepped up beside me, his swarthy body smeared in blood. I hoped it wasn't his.“Faoril?” I asked.“Badly wounded. With Sophia.”I threw a look over my shoulder. Sophia knelt on the ground beside the blood-smeared Faoril. “Damn. We could use her magic.”I.