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That philosophy can be fine to a point I think. Just the extremity of some of it can be rough. For example, with that first example, one hero would basically ruin the quest for the rest, which I think is a little too extreme. I wouldn't basically doom the party with stuff like that, probably just delay them a bit.

It's probably fun to watch, but as party leader it can get to be a little frustrating. From my experience, PL usually gets the final say after all the discussion (and all of my party's have generally gotten along ), but when nobody is agreeing with each other and taking their own actions without discussing it first (such as Throlar calling for the guards and ratting out the rest of the party), it can be very chaotic and stressful. All of the clashing RP is wonderful and fun, but trying to manage it all and keeping everyone in line so we can get the job done and get on Endgame's finale is very hard to do. I have no idea how Sandy manages it all. The quest is great up to this point, Sandy. Very interesting. I'm interested to see where it goes once we actually get to the tower.

"Gross, now all of her chopped up body parts are pouring out onto the floor..."

"No, no. There's too many holes in that story. For one he couldn't lift her, and then reaching the top of the barrel would be a stretch as well," He grinned smugly, "For once, I am (shockingly) agreeing with the dwarf over here, so can we just get the hell out of here already? Dumping a body shouldn't be this complicated," He stands back, "Now, shall we leave already?"

"You know what I see you doing? Running off like a coward. I honestly don't care if you leave. Hell, we can pin it on you if that's what you really want. Two bird. One stone. So shut up and do what you're told."

Althior grabbed Throlar by the back of his shirt and pulled him back in. "Only the guilty flee the scene of the crime, bud. I'm not sure I believe her for a second, but we've got a problem here we have to deal with. We get that out of here and we can use the dwarfs intoxication against him. If not, I'm pretty sure they'll believe five people more than they do one." He turned to the rest of his party "Nur, Eric, mind taking the body out back and try and burn it? I'll see if I can't wash away the mess in here,"

Althior bursts out laughing. Never thought the drunky would be the relatable one. He leaned back on his chair. "One flametongue over here, ma'am. Might as well settle in and watch this, gents. It should be quite entertaining,"

Finally got around to watching Casino Royale. Such a wonderful movie! Daniel Craig did a wonderful job, and Eva Green and Mads Mikkelsen were great too. Also saw Transformers 4 the other day. Personally, I was not a fan. None of the characters really interested me and the plot lacked. By the last half hour of the film I honestly didn't care how it ended. There was also too much going on and too many different villains. If you like lots of action and cool visuals, though, there are some cool ones in the film.

I would guess it does. It looks like there's a large enough gap for the helmet to be placed on. Getting the visor to be able to flip back, however, I'm not entirely sure.

"If Ulric is already establishing contact with local thugs, we'll definitely have to cross some of them. That note we found with the Fearful Four or whatever the hell they're called is only proof of that,"

Althior promptly ignored the dwarfs comments. He'd had enough of idiots of all shapes and sizes. "Why are we here? So we can shape up before making our way to the tower. If Wolfgang is here, we're going to have a problem no matter what. We'll stay the night here and head out in the morning, following the bloodbrick road through Fellcrest and to the tower. Then we come back with our spoils of war, spend luxuriously, and get a ride back from Dim Haven. I've had enough of dickless here," He gestures to Throlar "And I'm guessing the rest of you have too. Now, unless any of you have other business here, I'm going to sit at this table with plenty of liquor and try to drown my frustrations," He sits back, "Now, any questions? Or should we at least try to get a little peace and quiet back here? Drunk idiots I can handle. It's the sober ones that annoy the hell out of me,"

I love that show. The movie is great too. If you liked those, I'd recommend Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Created by the same guy who did Firefly, Serenity, and Avengers. Plus it has a wonderful spin off series, Angel. Back on topic, I recently watched How to Train Your Dragon 2 and 22 Jump Street. Very much enjoyed both films. Definitely recommend both.

Althior bursts out a loud laugh, "I'd tell you to just shut your mouth, but obviously that's not getting us anywhere. We have a mission. We have orders. And dammit, we're gonna follow them whether you like it or not. You think you have a say in this? You're no threat, but you're no hero either, so stop pretending." "You think you have the moral high-ground? The only reason we went to the mutants was because you were dumb enough to be captured. Ever hear of a thank you, Wineghilm? Evidently not. For some dumb reason, we thought getting you back was a good idea, but evidently not. You get separated from us again, and you're on your own, got it? The only one here having a problem with what we're doing and everyone else here is you," He sat back, took a deep breath, then turned to the waitress. "Some prices would be nice over here, thanks," There were bigger things at work than the dwarfs ego, and he couldn't waste any more time on Throlar. He'd given the dwarf plenty of times to shut his trow, but Althior could see he wouldn't. Had it been a few years prior he'd have blown the dwarfs head straight off his shoulders. He donned a small smirk. He had changed, apparently.

"Oh I do. I remember him saying that no one gets in or out for any reason either," He leans back on his chair, "Diplomacy is a lost art, boy. Might as well get used to it and shape up,"

Althior smirks at the dwarfs remark, "Whatever you say. Though I'm guessing it's not called the City of Sin for no reason,"

"Perhaps a fight is what you need to get your head on straight. Take it outside at least,"

"You say that because nothing you've done on our little trip has proved you to be anymore than a noisy buffoon that doesn't care about anything besides his own beliefs. I've met plenty of wise dwarfs over the years, but that doesn't automatically make you all wise and smart. Say the same thing about humans or elves or metasimians. But whatever. Whatever I say obviously won't get through to you at this point,"

"You know, if you don't want to be discriminated against, maybe you could stop being an megablocks and shut your trow every now and then. There are two dwarves in here, and neither of them seem to be setting a good example for the dwarven people,"

"Oh, I'd really like to see that," He chuckled. "Now now, don't be too bitter. You can't pay for entertainment like this!" He laughed. "Now, shall we discuss our issue?" He pulled out the notice from the fateful four.

Althior scoffs, "Of course I sleep. Everyone sleeps," He thinks on the next question. Frankly, he had no idea, "How do you breathe when you sleep? It's all about brain activity," He begins to lead the rest of the party to the tavern.

Althior rummaged through his coins. He had some money, but not as much as he wanted. He'd be back. "Now, if everyone is done here, where to next?"

Althior chuckles as his companions. All of them were as excited as schoolchildren. "Very well then," He follows Nur and Sarge to the Shoppe as well.

Althior looked around the square. Vega was indeed magnificent. The dullness of Eubric had rubbed off on him these last few years; but Vega was not Eubric. He glanced down to the people of the city. They were so, well, different. Of all the places he'd been over his years, nothing was this diverse. He saw the escort coming over and rolled his eyes. He'd had enough of harlots for a lifetime. As Eric began to make crude remarks, he chuckled. He remembered when he sought companionship. Just one more unnecessary string that would end up cut and frayed, he thought. Hopefully, the others would realize that one day. He then watched as Throlar began to bargain the price with the escort. He rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket for the remaining coins, only to see the dwarf fulfill the payment. He looked at the dwarf, inquisitively. Perhaps he was not as idiotic and stubborn as he'd been led to think. Still a nuisance, of course, but he had potential. He slipped the coins back into his pocket and turned towards Periwinkle. "Lead the way then," He forced a fake smile on his face. Though he was utterly disgusted by the harlot's profession, he wouldn't be seen as a slobbering fool like his other companions.

That's just like your opinion man. I agree. Vega looks amazing. Can't wait to get a look inside.

"Worse things? Oh, I don't doubt it," With the Wolfgang's presence that obviously had to be related to Baba herself, a storm was definitely brewing. "Now, Master Metasimian, we would greatly appreciate it if you allowed us into the city," There was something about the city that seemed odd to Althior. He glanced towards the rooftops, inquisitively. He'd had enough of the strangeness that was Babeleth.