Duvors

Oh Canada... how could you have failed to educate your citizens in the holidays of your liege state. On another note, this conversation now has nothing to do with the rules, lets move it to the General Discussion topic.

It's a british holiday celebrating a failed attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, it is celebrated by shooting off fireworks and burning Guy Fawkes (the instigator of the attempt) in effigy.

November the fifth?

I just update my character's age sometime around my birthday.

You do not seem to appreciate the difference between 'fighting' and 'appearing out of nowhere and straight up murdering someone who didn't have a chance to fight back'.

OR she's just lying.

(OOC; One Murky Pearl and a potion, also, my current power is 25 and my defense is 6.)"You do, I don't, goodbye." Throlar dove out the door at high speed. "Orokai, Miss... what was your name? Unless you want to be swimming in possibly hostile guardsmen I'd suggest you leave, I'll explain later, just get lost in the crowd." He then stuck his head back in throughout the door. "Are any of you coming with me? I would like to keep at least some of us out of prison, and miss, unless you can prove your story I'll probably show up at your trail as a witness for the prosecution, if they even bother to try you out here, they might just flat out execute you."

What?

"Mate, I am one hundred and thirty-five years old, and I'm not trying to fight you, I'm trying to get you the shut the hell up you drunken fool." That was before the assassin. "You just popped in here and murdered someone, that means you have approximately five seconds to explain, afterwards I will kill you." That was after the assassin. (Sandy, will you please check my stats? You seem to have missed a few things.)

Are you certain it's only one day?"We're back! What's for lunch?" "You were gone for six months." *faints*

Why would she need to do that?

"Trim my beard? Trim. my. beard?TRIM. MY. BEARD! Do you think I'd wear a beard like this if I could help it? DO YOU? Because I don't! I think I'd have a beard that would make you wilt in shame, BUT I CAN'T! How sad! I'd throttle you, but you aren't worth it, you aren't worth the clothes you wear, you aren't worth the food you eat, you aren't worth the air you breath, you aren't worth anything." "Nah, I don't care," said Throlar turning away from the fool, "You kids can deal with him." Throlar when back to his table and sat down again.

Probably not, I'd place any such order in Moone where all the Moon elves went, and there wouldn't be just one cult, Just because the Paladin Order of Ennoc is the most prominent organization that pays homage to that particular deity doesn't mean that it's the only one, and I'd imagine it would be the same with Mercuto.

*sigh* "I'm a man you blind idiot."Throlar drew his right arm back and punched the repulsive idiot in the face. "And even if I was a woman I wouldn't share a drink with you anyway."

That smacks of railroading and is highly unrealistic.

"Sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit, it isn't wit at all.That also applies to your words." Thus having expressed himself Throlar strode over to the dwarf and put his mouth very close to his ear. "There is a giant golden tankard filled with beer in your room."

No, he won't be giving away any Shadeux rep on the quest that has the leader of that very family as one of the employers.

"Are you referring to me or him?""By the way, I'll have a mead if you have one."

"Yes you bleeding idiot, that's what I was talking about, are you really that thick?"

"Try to drown yourself while you're at it." said Throlar with a rather vicious snarl before moving to an unoccupied table.

Lolth? Why is Lolth in... KINTOOOOBOOOORRRRR!

"I... What? Why the hell... I know why you went back, Me, the boy, that was obvious, but I really didn't want to be rescued, I wanted to see what kind of farce of a trial those mutants would put on for us, I would have preferred it if the boy wasn't there, and I'd thank you for rescuing him, but I really haven't seen anything to prove you wanted anything but the reward." "As for the moral high ground... hell no! I already stained my hands in innocent blood before I even met you, if anyone can feel as if he has any positive moral standing after something like that..." "And I never said anything about not following orders or abandoning the mission, and I intend to follow them through, I have no idea why you'd think otherwise! Do you seriously think I don't like what we're here to do? I want to do this dammit! What the hell is wrong with your head to make you think otherwise I don't know... Do you think I'm here to sabotage the mission? Well if you do then say so damn you!" <gasp> "I am no hero, I never said I was, I hate you all but if I have to work with you for a cause I will, and heaven help any traitors!" He slammed his fist against the table as hard as possible to punctuate this remark. "I think you ought to know by now that I have no qualms with what we're doing, IT'S YOU that I have problems with, but I'll help you win as long as you help this." "To waste time entertaining ourselves, and I would like to remind you that I was never in favor of this stop, whereas you were as I remember, so don't complain." "Hey! Miss" he said to the proprietress in a much calmer tone after waiting in silence for a minute, "I'd like your strongest drink, preferably now."

"Not very, I do have a rather thin build so that might help, but all-in-all I'm probably one of the least aerodynamic things in existence, also, you have somehow become drunk without actually drinking anything, and have been in that state ever sense we first met."