Scubacarrot

"I am getting tired of this, talk will get nothing out of this guy it seems." Guts walked towards the prisoner, unsheathed his blade, and punched the man in the face with his free hand, the armor-plated glove hit the man on the side of his head. "Darkstar. Start. Talking."

<Nevermind, SI-mocs beat me to it.>

I am not Thrash, but link.

"I have no problems with interrogating this man, But lets see what the knight can get out of him first."

Guts whispers to the rest of the party with a devilish grin on his face: "I say we see if Knifk's diplomacy skills gets us anything, if not, I have other means of getting 'information' from people."

Or just dip your arrows in the stuff, lit them, and shoot deadly burning arrows at our foes!

"Hello?" "You mind giving us some details on what exactly you hired us for?"

I am Lord Shale, owner of the largest quarry in the free South, and I pledge my allegiance to the Kaliphlin Guild! My men will be honored to fight for the glory of Kaliphlin!

Guts watched the woman as she wrote the names of the chosen heroes on the board, after she went away, he looked and was happy to see his name on the list. Nerwen was appointed leader for the group, a good choice guts thought. The rogue with the veiled face ordered a bottle of wine, this called for celebration!

"I do not drink the beer here, if you are looking for an alcoholic beverage, I would suggest mead or wine, if not something stronger, less chance of getting sick." OOC: It was wine ;p

Guts watched Nerwen as her eyes were rolling in her eyesockets, creepy magic-users he thought by himself. Before Nerwen could order some order the beer she wanted, Guts stopped her and said: "Be careful with that, this city's local beer is brewed with water directly from Eubric's canals, if you have seen those, you know where I am going with this. It can make you pretty sick if you are not used to it. Today ends the signing up period for a quest, we need to be on our best!"

Hi, I would like to join.

I do not need the boxes.

We have actually seen 12 now =) I think you might have missed 3.

I dont actually speak german so I am not really sure, but from what i could find, it is 3.90 euros to ship within europe, can you maybe verify that? if so, I would like 2 sets, Thanks

You wouldnt ship to Holland?

"Well met, Elf" "Alf mentioned a bit, and I have overheard people talking about it in the hall, it must have been quite something, I wonder if the murder on that girl will ever get solved."

Guts did not even see the young warrior coming, before he knew it the barbarian was standing in front of him, pushing a plate of what seemed to be dry crackers in his hands. The boy was enthousiastic, that was for sure. "I am Guts, well met, Alf. I would appreciate it if you did not point what seems to be a magical sword at my face, boy." Guts said with a glimpse of amusement in his voice. "It is quite an impressive sword, and I have overheard my friend Sarick talk about this mage as well, he must be quite skilled."

Guts whispered so only Nerwen could hear him: "Is it just me or is the fishy smell getting worse?"

Amused, Guts responded: "You were talking about how this certain ranger named 'Docken' has a deck of cards, you would think an elves' memory would be better if you live for hundreds of years."

Guts was a bit disappointed, the barbarian did not fall for his provoking, he decided he would get nothing more out of the barbarian, he was too stubborn. Not that that was a bad trait. One can not argue with a rock, Guts said to himself, and if one does, he looks like a fool. With a grin on his face he stood up. "Guts" He said, when he saw the man looking at him again he added: "Guts Holla is the name." Guts walked back towards Nerwen and Sarick and said: "So how about some gambling? Any idea where to get some cards?"

Guts's grin widened, hidden behind the facewraps. He saw the barbarian was getting angry, this amused Guts. The remark about him not looking like a Hero was especially funny, since he would never have described himself as being one. Ignoring the man's questions, he continued: "Rogue, Rogue, you keep using that word, but I do not think that you know what it means. But what to expect from someone up north. You people are not exactly known for your... intelligence, are you?"

Guts smiled behind his wrappings, he could tell from the look on the Northener's face that he underestimated Guts, always a good position to be in. Sometimes all it took to get that effect was a small gesture, or in this case, making it look like he did not want to be here, truth be told, this was exactly where he wanted to be. Without awnsering the man's question, Guts said: "You Norse speak of honor, and that you have it, but how is enslaving and stealing from the helpless honorable? To me it seems like the opposite of honorable."

Very well done on this tower, especially the lower part with the arches and of course the windows/loopholes. The best part about it is the water though! I like the effect that the green tiles give!

Guts turned his head as the door to the hall opened, In came a large man with an equal large sword. The man's size and eyes, as well as the clothing made it clear to Guts that the man must be from the North, judging by the greatsword as only weapon, Guts figured this man was a barbarian, a powerful one, at that. He saw the man smirk as he looked over Guts. Guts apologized to Nerwen and Sarick and walked towards the man. Without asking, Guts sat down in a chair next to the barbarian and said without introducing himself: "I heard you norse people kill dragons or plunder helpless fishing villages, which kind are you?"