Order of the Stick
Lost
by Taekwondodo
"Bloody wizards," thought Bozzok as he brushed sand from his clothes, "Bloody, bloody wizards and their bloody magic. I don't know, you try to make a, fairly, honest living and someone transports you to, what looks like, an island! Oh well, I guess I'm stuck here until someone comes looking for me." He thought about the people left behind in the Thieves guild. "I may be here for a while..."