Kenghis Ghan

Spag gets great enjoyment out of seeing a fellow barbarian wallop one of those stuffy, boring old mages. "Woo! That's how it's done!" The pretentious little bugger then clammered over to the victorious barbarian. "You have got to show me how to wallop mages, just like that! Please, Mr... um..?

[quote name=CallMePieOrDie' date='09 December 201 1 - 06:07 AM' timestamp='1323371226' post='1137653] I gotta agree with WB. Besides, a level 9 barbarian and a level 1 mage isn't much of a fight. Here's what Atramor would consider a fight. Atramor lunged at the vegetable across the table, giving him a good punch upside the pumpkin. Haha, Spag's getting all the love, isn't he?

"Oh, you're just afraid of losing to a rookie!" Spag remarked, confidently. "...But then again, I guess you're right. I wouldn't wanna make myself any more hated around here..." He decided to just go back to his table, finish his drink and wait for his quest to begin. What a sook. :P

"Let's hope so!"

Spag readies his club in anticipation... "Let's do this thing!" And I'll conk William over the noggin from the front row! Well, he'll attempt it, anyway. :P

"Yeah! Finally, some action! You're on!", exclaimed Spag excitedly. "Hehehe, this'll be a cakewalk..." Spag assumed that simply because his opponent would be using a bow, he'd be weaker than himself. How naive...

Spag pushed Atramor's hand away from his face. "Don't patronise me, boyo!", he snapped, "They both had the same coloured feathers AND the same evil stare!" His attention suddenly turned to the beginning battle between the clumsy mage and a barbarian. "Grrr, no fair!", he whined obnoxiously, "Why don't I get a battle lesson? I'm new as well, y'know!"

Sapg pulls Benji asside for a moment so that Aramor won't hear. "You don't understand!" he whispered frantically. "My Uncle was eaten by a chicken, and that guys' chicken looks EXACTLY THE FRIGGIN' SAME AS THAT ONE!" Everyone in the hall stops what they're doing and looks at Spag for a moment, who had obviously raised his voice at the last part. "I just... I just didn't wanna end up like him..." he squeaked, trying the cute, innocent act he'd been working on, just in case he got into any trouble. Goodness knows if it'll work or not, though. I mean, who ever heard of a cute jack-o-lantern?!

Spag took one last accusing glance at McCafferey as she went over to the corn (wherever it was), made a rude hand gesture known only to his fellow Grumpkins at her owner, and scuttled away to the other side of the bar. Spag had made a potential enemy already! It was a new record for him (and that's saying something, let me tell you)!

OOC: Sorry, when you said that Atramor kicked in Spag's general direction, I thought you meant he kicked the air near him as a threat, not actually physically kicked him, that's why I didn't mention him getting his ugly orange head kicked in. XD "And you have no business insulting second-cousin Gourdon! (OOC: Gordon, Gourd? See what I did there? ) Anyway, that chicken of yours was gonna eat me! I could see the murderous glint in her eyes! Look, there it is again!"

"Call me a vegetable one more time, just ooooonne more time..." The grumpkins were a surprisingly proud race, despite their humorous and non-threatening appearance.

"Walking vegetable!?", Spag spluttered. "I'll have you know that I'm a walking fruit! The grumpkins refuse to be labelled as 'vegetables' any longer!" he remarked, as he dusted himself off. "I'm not just any grumpkins either! I'm one that is about pound your poultry if you don't make it stop staring at me with those beady little eyes!" This was an empty threat, of course - no grumpkin had everattacked a chicken and lived to tell the tale.

Spag slowly approached the chicken (that I'm sure was picturing him naked, swimming in gravy) with his club rasied high. "Heeerree chicky-chicky!" Fortunately, a passing mage with a ridiculously large staff accidentally tripped Spag over, sending him crashing head-first into the chickens' ownerss' table. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU....." He then saw the feathered fiend licking it's lips-um-beak, directly above him. "Heheheh... um, nice Chicky?!"

"Thank you, kind yellowskin. It would've been a shame if the world had not known the terrifyingly handsome visage of Spag Bitterstalk!"

A small, orange humanoid creature, whose head resembles a large pumpkin, enters the hall. The large leaves protruding from his head give off a foul, musty odour, almost knocking out the people he passes by. "I am Spag, the first Grumpkin ever to venture into human lands!" he announces to no-one in particular. After realising that no-one was really paying attention to him, Spag slinked off sulkily to the quest board, muttering angrily. He hated not being the centre of attention; Grumpkins had always been a proud, albeit rare, race... even though most people of other species had never heard of one before. After looking the quests over, Spag decided to apply for Quest #17. Although he was inexperienced in the ways of adventuring, he had hated the Brobric Elves with a passion ever since they ate his mother and father as side dishes at a thanksgiving feast. He felt it was his duty to do anything necessary to stop them from... well, doing anything! After signing up, he nervously sat in the corner, not far from a shifty-looking fellow with a chicken. He eyed the chicken carefully, being sure not to make any sudden movements, lest he had his plump, ripe, juicy orange head ripped apart and eaten. Spag, the crafty Grumpkin, has joined the Brawl RPG! Spag Bitterstalk, Level 1 Barbarian. 11 year-old (Grumpkins mature more quickly than most other races) male Grumpkin. Power: 4 Health: 8/8 Gold: 10 Inventory: Crude Splinterwood Club (WP: 3), Potion, Bottle of Mead.