Duvors

"He said 'these gates do not open for any reason whatever until tomorrow morning' and I actually made allowances for that in a remark I made earlier, try to remember things a little better in future, it'll do you a world of good." "And what does diplomacy have to with this anyway?" "Those walls where approximately eighteen feet high, unless you have a catapult handy I don't see you getting me over them, and I made a statement earlier to the effect that I'd rather wait until tomorrow for any fighting, that's what started this conversation in the first place, a conversation that is now pointless due to the fact that said previous statement utterly negates the current subject." He said this all in a very matter-of-fact way, as if he was discussing a mathematical problem.

"And I'm guessing that the guard doesn't disapprove of that title for no reason, remember our conversation at the gate?"

"Actually I'd rather wait until tomorrow, the guards might not like us fighting inside the city limits and we can't get out until then."

"Now that was uncalled for, but I do admit most toddlers do have beards like this, are you really looking for a fight? Because I can give you one."

"You're entitled to your own opinion, but to me Althor's description of me could just as well apply to you, save that people are more willing to deal with you than me. Why? I don't have a clue."

"Never said it did, I've felt like a buffoon for most of my life, but I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about your opinions on dwarves in general, and I know I'm not going to change what you think about my race, so why bother? Those two are racists, that mage has hardly said a word this entire trip, you're arrogant and unsociable, and I'm a self important idiot who wants you all dead, you really think that any of us are going to even try to get along? You've got your head in the clouds if you do."

"You lot where the ones that started it, and you're the ones that follow it through, I'm just responding in kind. Nothing I do has any effect on what you do or say, so why should I bother to change if I know you won't?"

That is entirely dependent on who the player is, I myself don't care in the least.

"I am going to dance on your graves, you know. Maybe a nice jig? I might take lessons first." "And live cats? Because I really want something to sic on these racist Bastards."

I think that the female Scholar is my current favorite minifig, lovely job there!

Wrong again, she's a Werefox-Human halfbreed.

(OOC; including the gold he gave away before he brought anything?) Throlar made a face. "Yes, please get rid of that drunken disgrace to my species before I decide to do so myself."

(OOC; Sandy, I currently have 480 gold, not 55.) "Even the undead? That really isn't necessary for them, and I don't think it's supposed to be possible either, unless as a result of an attempt to make an undead that was entirely indistinguishable from a living person, but I've never heard of that before."

That monster has more NPU than some MOCs I've seen that are more than twice the size of this Vignette, I call that a great job. You have received the Pirate Yoda Seal Of Approval, good work.

Acctually, no. It does not work like that. At all. Ever.

"Right, one potion and one remedy please." he said placing the necessary gold on the counter.

Durkon... is that a reference to something? Because it seems like that to me. Nice figs by the way.

You silly man, you can't use polish on a cloak!

"Eherm..." Throlar looked at the mask Jo was wearing as if it was some kind of threat, but he couldn't tell of what sort it was, however this did nothing to stop him from speaking. "... How much do you ask for Potions, Remedies, and Phoenix Essences? I would really like some... of those... err... heheh... ahem." There wasn't really much more to say.

"Well, everyone seems hellbent on the Shoppe, I might as well go myself."

"You are convincing, here is the other five gold."

Oddly enough the one in the picture seems to have a human body...

Throlar winced at this statement."Eric please, focus." "Thank you for that." Throlar muttered in the most sarcastic way possible.""Ignore the bastard, just show us the square and go." he said as he tossed five gold into her hands. "You'll get the rest once you've shown us around, it's an unnecessary precaution I know, but I like to be careful."

Where do you see that?

"Our Emerald Emperor is certainly living up to his name." "Yes, a horrible thing, those wretched creatures do not deserve such a terrible master."