Kenghis Ghan

Spag slowly shuffled into position, with the pikemen following close behind. "I swear, any of you that ask if I taste good with gravy again'll be 'defending' the castle from inside that catapult barrel, got it!?"

"Not me! I mean, what's the good of hiding when you can go 'n' bash faces? More fun, less complicated."

"Alright, I'm going... Haha, we'll be having elf kebabs tonight!"

"Aaaah, quittouchin'me!!!"

Spag reluctantly does what he's told, muttering under his breath the whole time.

"Oh, sure, yeah, if you really think straw is gonna stop these bloodthirsty goons!"

"'Course I didn't cut 'em all down... The only ting I intend to erradicate from the face of the earth is the elves!"

"Sounds good to me! Never liked trees anyway... stupid imposing bloody things...:

"Uh... fine, whatever" Spag said impatiently, "Whatever'll get us closer to bashing some Brobrics!"

Spag wished his party leader would stop being so soppy and emotional. It made him sick to the core. OOC:

"Sounds good to me! ...as long as they're not serving pumpkin soup or anything..."

"Damn! Knew I shoulda bought that shovel..." "Wait, how could anyone possibly have bad memories of shovels?"

Spag's head started to hurt. All the extravagant ideas that Arthur was having were making him feel giddy. "Ugh... I think I needa sit down for a sec..."

Spag decided he would be first to converse with the random stranger. "Er... Hi."

Spag has a little trouble holding the halberd upright at first, but he soon gets the hang of it. "I'm ready to go... uhmm... y'know, wherever!"

Ideas weren't exactly Spags' speciality, but he thought as hard about it as he could. "Hmm... how 'bout something that's flammable? We could stuff it in there, light it on fire, then chuck sizzlin' hot stones at 'em! If there's anything worse then getting hit with rocks, it's getting hit with hot rocks!"

"Yeah, let's go get the buggers!"

OOC: Best webcomic ever.

OOC: Yep, mine's all good.

"And I'm looking forward to bashing as many of these damn elves as possible..." Spag said under his breath.

Spag shook his bulbous, orange head, in an effort to snap himself out of it. "I.. I dunno what came over me, I mean I.... You actually b-believed me about my parents? Ha, um, wow, as if I-I'd ever care about anyone but m-myself! I'm only in this for me!" Spag said, unconvincingly. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want any of his fellow questers to know that there was a soppy mess of orange mush behind that rough, ugly exterior of his. He decided to just go back on his own, to the other side of the saloon, to try and figure out just what was going through his own mind. He always thought that conversing normally with members of other races would be easy, but it ended up being harder than he thought. OOC: I think what I was trying to get across with this post was that Spag regrets opening up so much earlier, and he wants people to respect him as a lone-wolf-sorta-guy, not as some mushy loser with actual feelings.

Spag was taken aback by this information. "I knew it!" he whispered to himself, wide-eyed. "I knew that damned chickens' eyes looked familiar! They have the same evil glint as my parent's killers!" Spag was suddenly filled with burning anger, but he tried not to show it. He laid his club into his palm and clasped it tightly. He then tried to make out that he didn't believe Arthur. "S-sure, nice try..." OOC:

Spag was too impatient to just sit and wait for the quest to begin. "Oooh I can't wait to give those damn Brobrics a hiding...", he grumbled angrily, thinking aloud.

"Well, it's not like I have that much of a family anymore, so, I guess I'd better just at least try to trust my fellow questers..."

"Well..." Spag began, begrudgingly, "I suppose I could... try, but I just wasn't brought up that way. My parents always said that the only people you can trust are your family, and no-one else... I just... I just don't want to go against what they told me, you know?" Spag had never opened up this much to anyone but a fellow Grumpkin befor. It felt..... strange, to say the least.