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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 8:35:37 GMT
With a look of open disdain on his face, Cathmhaol turned around to face the lieutenant. "Four men? Are ye sure ye can spare s' many?" he asked. "An' these nags? I don't remember yer messenger sayin' anthing about a glue shortage, do ye?"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 8:56:54 GMT
Throgbur wavered between like and dislike of their new squad leader with incredible speed. He obviously didn't like the twins but he obviously didn't like the LT either. It was also obvious the newcomer wasn't going to be easily intimidated; this was unusual in itself. Maybe he'd just kill him and dump him somewhere.
"I like him," Throgbur said to his brother, "Can I play with him before I kill him?"
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Post by Zeric on Feb 1, 2007 9:06:19 GMT
Zeric grinned at what passed for high wit from his half-twin brother, "Let us see how he does before making any rash decisions, eh my cretinous sibling?"
He turned to Cathmhaol, "What is our purpose on the patrol... ... sir?"
He added the honourific grudgingly, after all, the newcomer certainly could bluster like a leader, but did he have the ability to back it up?
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 9:34:27 GMT
Cathmhaol rounded on the young mage, "Don't ye interrupt while I'm talkin'! I was telling the lieutenant here how ye spineless shower are most likely to be dead on the road before I even reach Cromm's Hold!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 9:45:43 GMT
With a look of open disdain on his face, Cathmhaol turned around to face the lieutenant. "Four men? Are ye sure ye can spare s' many?" he asked. "An' these nags? I don't remember yer messenger sayin' anthing about a glue shortage, do ye?"Godfreid blustered, before turning on his heels to leave. |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 10:39:47 GMT
"TWAT!" spat Cathmhaol in the direction of Godfried's retreating back, not caring if he was heard or not.
"Right!", he said to Zeric, "Ye and yer ugly brother are coming with me! And I need three more of yon useless shower ..."
He looked pensive, eyeing up the motley crew assembled before him. "I need three lads ... which three o' ye buggers is coming with me, eh?"
"I'll take you", he said, pointing to Alzhedo, "Join them pair", he nodded in the direction of the youth and the half-orc.
He stopped in front of the dwarf. "Ye're a smelly bugger an' no mistake, but I'll take ye along if ye're a better fighter than that fella in the shiny armour. What do ye say?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 11:52:04 GMT
"Me y'say? Aye Im better than the ponce! Hes more interested in getting into her pants" The Dwarf replied pointing towards the red haired woman.
The man in armour made a noise in protest,
"Well that not entirely correct, DWARF. Im Sir Kendrick, protector of ladies virtues and defender of the weak.!"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 11:55:54 GMT
Hearing the exchange, Throgbur roared with an explosion of laughter.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 12:06:13 GMT
"I don't care about whose virtues ye're protectin'. What I want to know is if ye can batter him afore he can batter ye!" snarled Cathmhaol at the indignant looking Paladin.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 12:19:42 GMT
"I say look here, old chap. I have armour and sword. Of course I can beat that smelly dwarf, hes not even in the same league." The Armoured man huffed
"Just coz ye have no idea. Real women wear beards and arent pretty little part elven things, like that whore over there!!" The dwarf raised his axe. "Look, the best fighters are that brooding young man over there; the orc and maybe the Calishite." He pointed to the shaven headed man already chosen. "After that it myself, the ponce, the halfling and yon garlic bloke. They are all pretty much useless after that." The dwarf continued
"PONCE, PONCE" shouted Sir Kendrick in reply "He called me a bloody PONCE"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 12:29:14 GMT
"Just coz ye have no idea. Real women wear beards and arent pretty little part elven things, like that whore over there!!" The dwarf raised his axe. "Look, the best fighters are that brooding young man over there; the orc and maybe the Calishite." He pointed to the shaven headed man already chosen. "After that it myself, the ponce, the halfling and yon garlic bloke. They are all pretty much useless after that." The dwarf continued Throgbur bristled. Spinning on his heels, eyes almost popping out of his head, he leant right over the Dwarf and almost touched his forehead with his own. "ORC? I IS NOT A F**KING ORC! CALL ME AN'ORC WILL YA, YA F**KING JUMPED UP SNIVELLIN' LITTLE C**T!!!"Bellowed Throgbur, ripping the axe from his back and brandishing it in a threatening manner... OOC:
Use the STR variation to Intimidate rather than CHA, just for effect... |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 12:51:33 GMT
"SHUT UP!!" bellowed Cathmhaol, pushing the half-orc away from the dwarf. "And put that axe down! Ye'll have enough chance to get yerself killed wi'out startin' now!"
Turning back to the dwarf, he said, "Yer 'onesty's commendable and I'll thank ye for that but ye won't be comin' wi' us". He looked down the line to the sullen looking youth, "Ye're in, lad!"
He raised his voice and addressed the remaining militia, "Any o' ye's know anything o' the healin' arts?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 12:57:38 GMT
"Aye OK. Half Orc." Turning from the have orc quickly, the dwarf hurriedly said "Sure thanks for that, Sir. If you need an engineer Im more yer dwarf."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 13:07:55 GMT
"Im Myr and I think I can help you out. I know something of healing." the pretty redheaded woman stepped forward.
"Though helping some of these...." she paused "..gentlemen..." the words almost sticking in her throat as she said it "....might be difficult." With that she turned on her heels and went back into the line.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 13:19:55 GMT
Cathmhaol strode down the line and stopped in front of the woman. "I'm not asking ye t' cure them of any pox that they've picked up from one o' the tarts aroun' town, I wanna know if ye can deal wi' cuts and bruises. There'll be fightin' where we're goin' and if they're not dead, they'll need patchin' up".
He looked her and down. "Ye'll need yer sword, an' all. So, are ye up for it?"
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