Scorpiox

"I think we agreed that those other folks with glasses should use 'em in secret on whoever is holdin' tha' communal one. Protection might also be a good idea, in case of the Nephillum bastards just tryin' to kill 'em off every single night. We won't get anywhere if results have to be got out of a corpse."

"I trust that ya have heard ev'ythin' we've been sayin'? In that case, care to share yer thoughts on some of tha' things that have come up?"

"Glad ta' hear that we're on the same page, then, my girl."

I know right! I swear that the Americans are doing it just to spite us!

Skrupp appears suddenly at the back of the group and makes his way over. "Bloody hell, ya' guys talk a lot. I tried to get back up here as soon as I can, what have I missed?" The nord listens to the others recounting their words. "Right, so we're plannin' on passin' aroung this eyeglass as a means of identification? An admirable thought for so early in the day; it may not be perfect, but it might work. May I ask that anyone with any means of protectin' the bloke who carries the glass tonight, do so? Also, it'd be pertinent to not reveal that ya' have the ability, I hope that I don't have to remind ya' of that." "His words speak of excuses, if you ask me. He looks ta' be doin' his best ta' shout out that he's tryin' to help, but when someone asks him 'how exactly are you helpin', mate?', he can always fall back on the 'I don't know what the hell I'm doin', give me a break!' line. Doesn't necessarily make him bad, though, in my experience one like him could also be a lazy bastard. Our best bet is probably seein' how he responds to these accusations, hopefully we can get a better idea of just what he is." He then turns to the vampire lady, at last. "Ach, can I just say that I was far from disappointed with yer feats and skills, missy, I felt the stories to be unworthy of the reality of yer kin. You up for round two later on? There's still a few barrels of ale left; and I swear that I have plenty more in me ta' lay you every night from now into the Ragnarok moon." "That's an odd thing to say, for sure. Instead of thinking in yer little head of how ta' help, you just come up with words to explain away that ya' can't. Why are ya' so reluctant to try, greenskin? Would helpin' us have any other effect than helpin' you, perhaps?"

*Censored love scene*

Skrupp yawns. "Torrik's ars.e, I'm tired. Can't keep staying up these late nights and still have strength for all these lovely girls. I'm done for the night, well, nearly done." The nord grabs hold of one of Cappricia's strong arms and tugs her gently towards the stairs. "Come, honey. I've had a bed made up in one of the wine cellars. It's bloody cold down there, even a nord like me could freeze without a warm lass by his side! There's also a shedload of ale for us to help ourselves to if we can't keep it up. I'm ready for you, Cappriccia, don't keep me waitin'. I bet you my shiny metal hat that this is a night you won't forget." Oxstrong leads the ancient vampiress away and down into the chill of the cellars. Many noises can be heard, but they cannot be relayed in order to preserve the innocence of young ears.

"Yer loss. Cappriccia here is probably woman enough for both of ya'. We'll try not to make too much noise and wake the kiddies ya' keep mentioning."

Shut up and agree to the threesome.

"Only if ya' want it to, babe. Doesn't have to become a regular thing - a one-off might do ya' good. That's only if Capriccia wants to share. I could have ya' both on one arm, but some women, they like to keep it a bit more... personal." He puts an arm around the vampiress. "What say ya', Capriccia? Both together, or one at a time? Ya' get to choose, obviously, Valkyries are favoured by Wartan - it is my duty as a Nord to ensure yer every needs satisfied..."

Paladin.

"You'll have to wait and see. Depends on whether you gain any experience along the way. And you know what they say, a bit of fun now and again can do wonders for your health. He he."

That... was... amazing! Skrupp will have to sleep with her too!

"Don't make me beg ya', lady. My raider cousins would kill to lie with one of the Valkyrie kin; your strength and speed are legend. You would honour me." Oxstrong rises to his feet and makes his way slowly towards Cappricia, grinning. "Dog, that's one word for me; but there are others too. D'you want to know why they call me 'Oxstrong'?" He draws close to her and begins circling. "Rest is undeserving of the credit it gets (overrated) - how 'bout you and I find out just how long we can last without it? Cappricia, babe, I've always wondered if those legends were true..." Grin, again. "You can join us, if you like."

"We can start however ya' like, honey, just say the word." Skrupp winks overtly. "If ya' know what I mean."

I wouldn't think so, it's a dangerous rule to allow in Mafia-esque games.

Skrupp leans back in his chair. "Ahhh. Ain't it half boring being locked in here on our lonesome with nothing to do? Best get this buisness over with if ya' ask me. Let them Nephilum gits come and get it, sure I can take 'em if they try." He grins wolfishly. "But, ain' t no point in complaining, that won't get us outa' this mess. Anyhow, we're stuck here, isolated... with only a helpin' of ale and a handful of women to pass between us. Kharybdis, my old girl, why don't ya' slither on over here and keep me company? Them tentacles of yours get me going ev'ry time."

"What the hell you rambling on about, little man? I talk how I like, and ain't nobody gonna tell me otherwise! Keep your damn 'Guinness' to yourself - and keep out'a my way." I can't really explain-away that mistake, so I won't bother trying.

So, it appears that Docken's ancestors have been revealed. There's no way that such blatant out-of-character-ness could permeate more than one family tree.

"Ach, I'm here at last, ya' worthless bastards. Pour me a pint 'afore my patience wears thin - I got work to do." Yay, more Nords!

"Sorry, mate. As much as I'd love to donate to your life, I have a job to do and little money to spare. If those taxes are bringing your sales down... don't worry too much - perhaps after a few days things might turn out to be a little different, if you get my drift." He winks. "See you around, and good luck." Haldor heads off to join the rest of the party. After he arrives, he speaks. "So you're paying for the rooms, Mizuki? That's a sweet thing to do for a bloke. I'll make sure to buy you something nice some other day."

...And is prone to being burnt down completely every now and again.

I know that Haldor's secret twin appeared as a shopkeeper in both WBD's Quest #11, and also in Zepher's Quest #53. No wonder that Haldor felt drawn to that beard like moth to a flame...

" . Those prices would have to change pretty damn decisively for me to take an interest. That phoenix essence, for example, back home I could get such a thing for barely twenty gold pieces..."