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baklava
baklava


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posted June 12, 2010 03:10 PM
Edited by baklava at 03:34, 14 Jun 2010.

Rumble rumble rumble.

"Shuttup," Quib addressed his stomach, "you'll ruin us both." His voice was less scared and more unsure with every passing second.

Rumble rumble, the stomach kept protesting. Infernal creatures have no need of functional inner organs in their home planes, but the transition to the real world often has the effect of them gaining if not a mind, then at least an attitude of their own. Quib was lucky. Old Gaarhaz's nipples actually had names.

Quib just prepared himself to retort, when the smell got in. Oh the smell. Roasted... something and - are those potatoes? Rumble, confirmed the stomach. This could not be ignored any further. He'd satisfy his demonic hunger or... Well, he didn't feel comfortable contemplating other outcomes.

Glancing around, he noticed a piece of rope in the bag, a potent tool in the hands of someone as skilled and cunning as himself. Slowly peeking out from the bag, careful not to touch the boom stuff, he hastily scouted the area and found out what he was looking for: a plate with warm, roasted meat right in front of the orc who appeared to have distracted his attention elsewhere. Approximately 1.7 feet away, angle should be around 45 degrees, no wind, child's play. He quickly created a lasso out of the rope, swooshed it around and...

"KAW!"

It took about a second or two for Quib to observe that wasn't quite the sound of meat getting caught in a lasso. At least not dead meat. Frightfully peeking out again, he notices a large, until recently unsuspecting and now quite startled magpie with his lasso around its neck, right in front of the orc.

"Now would be the time to start considering other outcomes," Quib thought, gulping.

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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
posted June 13, 2010 07:59 PM
Edited by War-overlord at 20:56, 13 Jun 2010.

Suddenly Blinkeye kawwed. Burgoth looked at his pet to see that a lenght of string was coiled around it's neck. Frantically the magpie was flapping it's wings to break free of the trap. Burgoth quickly grabbed the string and pulled it apart, allowing his pet to fly free. Holding the other end still in his fingers, he saw that it leaded towards his bag which he had set on the ground a few inches next to his chair.
Burgoth opened the bag so see a very jittery imp still clutching the piece of string. His eyes widened when he saw Burgoth, but Burgoth quikcly grabbed him by his neck and brought him up to his face. Nervously the imp grinned at Burgoth, but he didn't speak.
"Out a'thieving, little vermin." Burgoth said baring his teeth. "Well, you've picked the wrong target. If I catch you again, I'll bite your head off." Burgoth ended the sentence with a juicy snap of his jaw, to emphasise his threat.
Then Burgoth carelessly flinged the imp into the room, to be rid of the thing. Sailing through the air, the imp landed in some patron's neck. Probably by reflex, the imp dug his claws into the flesh. The man shrieked and reach backwards, but the imp already scurried under a nearby table. The man the turned and shouted at Burgoth.
"Keep your hazzardous pet on the leash, Greenskin. You're lucky the sherrif even permits your filthy kind in the town." His buddies cheered him on.
"Still your tongue, Human. Or I'll come rip it out!" Burgoth retorted.
The man got up: "Yeah, you and what army?" The man was obviously looking to fight. But he should have known better than to insult an Orc. Burgoth shoved his table aside and stomped over.
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DagothGares
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posted June 13, 2010 08:58 PM
Edited by DagothGares at 22:26, 13 Jun 2010.

Irina was still flabbergasted by the fact she had apparently hired a drunk when Felicia approached her. She was somewhere deep down inside very happy that a girl had joined the band of merry men, because had her guards been boys only, the nightstalker might have been not the greatest danger on her journey.

Suddenly she heard someone in the background that broke her out of her stupor.

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Wether it's a scab on your arse or a curse on your family, send for Marcel's Magic at Spiv street twentywwunnhhnhn,


MAGIC! She'd definitely need a wizard or wielder of the arcane by her side, sinc magic seems to be one of the only things that managed to fend of the nightstalker at least a little bit. "Would you not care to join a damself in distress to the elven lands, Master wizard!" she cried out cheerfully to the man who had a rag shoved inside his throat. Irina didn't quite notice, since he was in the back and she was standing at the entrance.

Come on, a wizard would make up for the pipsqueak!



"I think it would be a wise whoice to offer an apology to the proprietor and pay for the damages you've just caused." Burgoth heard behind him. The room fell silent onc those words were uttered. A seven foot tall soldier wrapped in metal and with a great warhammer strapped to his back stood behind him, alongside a man who was a head shorter, yet still looked like he frequently wrestled bears to the ground or at least has looked a few bears in the eyes. The seond man was wrapped in furs and rough leather. A crossbow was visible on his back and a big hacking sword was strapped to his side.

"I don't consider it wise to cause a riot in an establisment where several gentlemen are just enjoying some drinks after a hard day's work. I'm sure you and I see eye to eye. Everyone can make a mistake, Master Orc." the smaller man said. "No one needs to get hurt. Isn't that right, Grond?" he added. The big man answered with a stereotypical: "Hurr hurr, right, William."
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
posted June 13, 2010 10:24 PM

"I've broken nothing, Human. Not yet, so I don't owe the owner a penny." Burgoth responded. The man had stopped Burgoth in time, for had come close to succumbing to rage. "As for mistakes," Burgoth started to growl more than he spoke, "insulting Orcs is a grave one as you should know already."
Burgoth quickly glanced over the men who stood behind him until a moment ago. The steel-clad one stood as tall as Burgoth himself and just about as wide. The man might actually be somewhat brawnier than he was. However he looked as thick as a whale-ommelete and had the extremely vacant stare and slow speach to prove it.
The other man was shorter but looked a lot more savy. Capable of handling himself in the wilds for weeks on end.
Burgoth stalked back to his chair, righted the table he had shoved aside and picked up the bone he had been chewing on. Wiping the dust off that had gotten on to it when it fell on the ground, Burgoth noticed Blinkeye perching on his shoulder. He had the ring in his beak again. Burgoth nimbly removed the string that was still around it's neck and offered the magpie his palm. The bird obediently dropped the ring in it. Burgoth quickly stuffed it in his pocket and started chewing the bone again as he had not gotten round to sucking the marrow out of this one.
He also signaled the owner to refill his tankard with ale.
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Geny
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What if Elvin was female?
posted June 13, 2010 10:49 PM
Edited by Geny at 22:52, 13 Jun 2010.

After the incident with the orc the tavern quietened down again. The owner couldn't be more pleased by that, so pleased he was that it took him several minutes to realize that the place was too quiet. The little runt he hired to entertain his customers stopped playing his flute. In fact, the owner couldn't remember any music ever since that elven noble walked into his establishment. He looked to the corner where the boy he only knew as Atletino was supposed to be, but to his great surprise he wasn't there. The owner surveyed the tavern and to his even greater amazement he saw the young acrobat crouching near the Elf woman. Well, maybe "crouching" wasn't the best word to describe it as he was only using his right leg as support. His left leg laid across the bent knee of his right leg, while his elbows found support on his left leg and his head lay calmly on his hands. In that weird pose the skinny youngster looked like a big, twisted mess of limbs. Yet there was something mesmerizing about it, as there was about everything he did.

Finally, when things have calmed down he spoke in a quiet, shy voice:

"Ex... excuse me, Milady... may I be so bold as to speak to you?", he waited for a moment and not seeing any signs of refusal continued. "I have a favor to ask of you. Ever since you walked into this place I could not remove my eyes of you, despite the rudeness of my act. Never have I seen such beauty and grace and such a noble spirit too. And when you moved the water with but a raising of your arm I was amazed. No, not amazed, the human tongue has not a word that would describe my feelings at that moment. I beg of you, Milady, let me come with you, for you my inspiration have become and for an artist that is the greatest prize that he could ever find."
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baklava
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posted June 14, 2010 03:29 AM
Edited by baklava at 03:33, 14 Jun 2010.

After having passed out for a few moments (imps, being smaller and faster about mostly everything in life, were also quick to get up in a fight and move on to the next step, usually being either vengeance or fleeing), Quib jumped up and, shaking off the daze in his head, angrily looked around.

"That dirty-rotten-bloody-stinking-greenskin dung heap, I'll pluck 'is yellow eyes out!" His mind suddenly zoomed in to the "greenskin" part, and Quib, remembering who his opponent was, hastily jumped into the nearest mousehole large enough for him to fit in, much to the dismay of the rodent homeowner.

"What're you staring at," Quib hissed maliciously at the pair of eyes watching him from the darkness, and glared outside, where everyone seemed to go on with their daily lives as per usual. The orc was discussing something with some large tin cans, and it was always best to avoid hopping in discussions between orcs and ironclad giants, both sides usually being as quick to draw swords as they were slow to understand a joke - but other than that, everyone more or less acted like nothing really happened. Pfft. If this was a real tavern, at least four innocent bystanders would be lying in a pool of blood right now.

There was suddenly a high-pitched growl behind Quib and, as he turned around, he noticed that the proprietor of the above-mentioned pair of eyes was not quite as harmless as he had seemed. In fact, he now looked quite resourceful, and his wide palette of new-found attributes included combat-scars all over his furry nose, several claws able to transmit all kinds of diseases to anything that looks at them for too long, a broken front tooth still sharp enough to nastily bite creatures far larger than itself, and a firm belief in the ideal of all living creatures being equally edible.

Quib could have walked out right through the mousehole exit. He could've just went away and probably avoid any conflict with the rat or anyone else for the time being.
But Quib was an incredibly irritated imp at this point, and he was sick and tired of being pushed - or thrown - around. His eyes grew crimson, his hands gained a reddish glow, flames shaping in them, and he screeched:

"Do I LOOK like a bloody cheese to you?"

There was a swoosh and then a squeak and then one or two patrons in this usually quiet tavern were able to see another awkward sight, as if an elven lady, an orc bomber and a hulking monster in the countryside weren't enough. A probably rat infested, but otherwise quite usual hole in the floor of their favourite drinking establishment suddenly burst into flames and fired out a small, red, fat bullet across the room (yet again), this time sending a charred and cursing imp flying and falling on the elven lady's table, right beneath her surprised gaze, still muttering unrecognizable words of questionable politeness in various languages of hell.

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AlkarRahn
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posted June 14, 2010 10:57 PM

Felicia soon returned, and came up to the elven woman...who had an imp laying about upon her table. She figured it was some summoning, or something similar. It was a nasty-looking creature, whatever the case.

There was another man at the other side of the table. This one she recognized. She didn't know him all that well, but she had seen him at various times in town over the last year. Finally, someone she knew, even if it was only in the slightest of ways.

She smiled, and looked over to the elf.

"I have made preparations for the journey ahead. I am ready. So, when are we leaving?"
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Keksimaton
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posted June 19, 2010 07:14 PM

After coughing up the rag and fixing his posture, greasy the wizard answered with a bow that began with a canny resemblance to a curtsy: "Why of course milady! Marcel of Dillington is honoured to be of service!"
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DagothGares
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posted July 01, 2010 09:32 PM

"Yes, lizardman, I shall employ you into my services." she said. She nearly spat out the word. Lizardmen were vile creatures all in all and she lamented the fact she had to work with these incompetent fools and cretins even more.


And suddenly she was caught of guard by aman leaning in every way on one leg. He was interesting to behold as he was very gracious and he had close din on her without her elven ears picking up his foot steps next to him. The man definitely had a few choice things to say to her.

"My, my, you sure have a way with words. very well, I think a man with your... Exceptional talents would most definitely come in handy. May I ask though: what is your name?" she said.




"Grond, I suggest you go and gather our things. I have things to duiscuss with this gentleman... If he doesn't mind, that is..." William said, looking at Burgoth.
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War-overlord
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posted July 01, 2010 09:47 PM

Burgoth gestured at the empty chairs at his table and the empty chairs at the tables surrounding his. "If you can struggle your way through the crowd of my admirers, you're welcome."
Burgoth stopped chewing on the bone and flung it away. He pulled his clay pipe from his belt and a wod of tobacco from a pocket from his satchel. With effort Burgoth managed to stuff his pipe, his fingers were too thick for the small pipe. Still, the dwarven tobacco was worth the effort.
"What is it you'd want from an Orc?"
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Geny
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What if Elvin was female?
posted July 01, 2010 11:21 PM

Atletino blushed heavily when he was asked for his named.

"Oh please, forgive my rudeness! With admiration and amazement filling my whole body, my manners could not find a room within my head." He does a quick yet elaborate roll that ends in a deep bow, "For everyone, including me, I'm Atletino. Whether the name is real or not I don't know for myself. And let add to this that I am overjoyed by your decision. I know I am not strong and mighty as the others, who have so gallantly agreed to come with you. And yet my word you have that while I am near you, my best I'll do to lighten your hard load."
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