Kenghis Ghan

"Oh, no, I only hate Brobric Elves. I have no problem with any other type of elf... There are other types of elf, right?"

I've had mine now too. :P

Spag let out a loud sigh, as if what he had said earlier wasn't retarded. :P "I do know what that's like, actually. All too well. My entire tribe, which consists of my extended family, would've been eaten by those damn Brobric Elves during Thanksgiving last year if it weren't for my parents, the two bravest beings I have ever known! They saved the whole lot of us from becoming dinner by sacrificing themselves. My parents evicted those cowards from our underground home, until they were overpowered and captured by the murderous bastards." Spag spits on the floor in disgust. "I vowed that I would venture forth into the outside world and become an adventurer, make my parents proud, and get revenge on the Brobrics whenever possible. My kind have always been in everything for themselves and eachother, never anyone else, and I intend to do the same thing."

"Rid evil? Speak for yourself, boyo!", Spag said, as he finished whatever it was he was drinking. "I'm only in this for fame and fortune! Not for you, not for them, no-one but me... a... and my f-family...", Spag trailed off, as he lost his look of confidence and I-don't-care-what-you-think-of-me-y-ness. It was replaced with a look of sorrow and regret... bet you've never seen a pumpkin look like that before!

Spag did not enjoy his soon-to-be-leaders' attitude towards his 'childish behaviour'. "Alright, alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist. Give a grumpkin a break, will ya!", Spag remarked as he rolled his eyes and sipped his drink. OOC: No problem.

"Arthur's got a giiiiirrrrlllfffrrrriiiiieeeennnddd!"

"Just what I was gonna ask!"

"Really? Bugger... oh well, maybe we'll be lucky and get back earlier!"

Even though Spag was looking foward to the next quest, he decided to sign up for quest #20 as well, so that he didn't have to spend as much time out of action.

"Yes! I, I mean we, did it!" "Well, Alf, since you made the dummies, I think you should get to decide who gets what."

"Woo! Now we're getting somewhere!" Spag exclaimed, confidently. "I'll atack from the front row... again."

OOC: Maybe I should just attack from the front row, then.

Ouch... well, I guess I'll just... do the exact same thing again. Is it even possible for a barbarian to attack from the back row?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to hit Arthur, would I?" ,replied the cheeky Grumpkin.

"I'll wallop the dummy from the front row!" "Uhmm... that's what I'm supposed to say, right?" :P

"Looks good to me! Rrrr-eady!"

"I'm ready whenever you two are!" Spag said, readying his club (again).

Since Spag was already in the marketplace to train with Alf, he decided to buy a bottle of mead for 10 gold, meaning he had none left.[\b] Oh well.

"Hey, thanks Alf! Now I'll really be able to give those elves what-for!" "C'mon, let's go!"

Spag was excited about the upcoming quest, to say the least. Best if all, that chicken-lover wasn't going!

"But I didn't say it! It didn't have quotation marks around it! .....Ooops."

"What are you talking about, pointy-hat-McGee!?" OOC: Oops, sorry! :P

Instantly reminded me of Pokemon game mechanics

"Really? Thanks! Oh, I'm Spag, by the way." Spag was glad to have finally made a decent first impression on someone.....

Haha, let's hope so, sounds interesting. XD