Duvors

Eh, what's the EDIT button for if not this?

(OOC; Hello, is anyone there?)

In or Out-of-Character?

"Nice, but I myself would rather not, and nope, I'm not even going to try a match.""Now, last time we where here we left a pile of automaton parts on the dock, do you have them? And a bag big enough to carry them? Because if so I'd like to borrow them."

"Good good, but that wasn't quite enough to make him shut up."

Not all of them are, some are standalone quests that don't have any bering on anything else, others are part of storyarcs, the main storyline is a combination of several storyarcs, most of which are done by Sandy, but there are other storyarcs done by other QM's that have very little relation to it.

No, what Sandy means is that at some point that a day will come when the courage of men, women, and basically everyone else will fail, when the Heroes of Heroica forsake each other and break all bonds of fellowship, but not right now. An hour of the Wolfgang and the shattered Heroica Shield when all the current storyarcs come crashing down! But It isn't all that soon. Right now we participate in the current buildup to the climax! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you not to quit, Actaeon!Sorry, but that was sort of spontaneous. Basically, the main story arc will end, and the results of that will provide the basis for the next. I think. But anyway, HRPG will not end this side of the decade.

Honest? Whoever said Throlar was honest? He just happens to have slightly better morals than some people.

Good lord Sandy, can you possibly have timed your moving foreword of the quest even more annoyingly? If so please tell me.

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Please stand by while I formulate my angry tirade.

"I'mgonnakillyouyoubastard." "I heard that you muttermuttergrumbleadultwordgrumblegrouch."

You sadistic...Yeah, right.

"Thank you for scaring away my psychopathic comrades Mr. mutated demonic deity! I'm in you debt." Throlar heads for the hills, dragging Brock with him.

A.K.A. Giant Pointy Stick.

"You. I never liked you, not after those racist remarks you oh-so-kindly sent in my direction at our first meeting in the Hall, well, after that particular remark I hate you, you like to think that being shorter than the majority of people in the immediate area make one inferior, it doesn't, I tried not to think the same about undead, but I guess everyone was right about them, just a lot of cold callous bastards who don't care about the living and just enjoy seeing people suffer, because that's how you seem to me right now."

"And how do you even know that these people are responsible? And what makes you think that vengeance would make anything better? Justice must only descend upon the guilty, and of all those here how many can possibly be guilty? Or do you just want to be as bad as those who did the deed? Because if you do as you intend then that is what you will be." "THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE! If that doesn't qualify as innocence then I don't know what does, these are not some band of robbers and brigands, they are outcasts! And as for deciding on who is innocent or not I personally don't think you are any authority on the subject." "Ech, Obrick's hammer, I hate you all, Brock, give me those things, if talking doesn't work then I'm going to grind that norse and everyone who stands with him into the dirt."

OOC; Sandy, I ought to mention that Throlar now appears as he does in the other photo in my signature, sorry if that causes any trouble.

"No, I'm not going to run away." Throlar then discarded his Mopagasaber and his shield, took off his helmet and the Lions Plate and threw them aside, took out both his reserve weapons and threw them to one side, cast aside his Elven Shield with them, threw away his old plain helmet, and took off his old chain mail shirt. "I'm going to try to get them to see reason." Throlar then strode out of the smoke unarmed and unarmored and strode toward the two sides. "Althor, Maddog," he said, "please stop fighting, there isn't any need for this, you can't solve this by killing." He then began to speak to each in turn. "Althor, please listen, these people are terrified of you, that is why they're attacking you, if you fight then you'll massacre them, and then what will happen to those who can't fight for themselves, the women and children? They'll be unable to defend themselves, they'll die, and you will be guilty." "Maddog, these people are only here to rescue me and the boy, they aren't here to harm you, they just want to get us back, wouldn't you do the same for your kind if some of their number where captured by us? And anyway, they are well beyond your abilities, they are heroes of Heroica, and they're warded by magic that makes it impossible for you to kill them, your god might be able to do so if he appears, but what good will that be to you and your people if you're all dead? Please, don't send yourself and your kind to die, if you talk about this we can come to some form of agreement, but please, don't start a fight you can't win, who will look after the children and the old and the sick and the weak, who will do all of these things if you're all dead?" Then Throlar spoke to the Orc-Troll-Goblin-Thing, his voice losing the desperately diplomatic tone it had held up till now. "And you, why are you here, and what in all the infernal regions makes you want to kill these people?"

OOC;

Throlar looked at the battle before him, and he saw that despite the drawn weapons and angered faces no one had actually injured anyone. "Well that's lucky," he said to himself, "I wonder if this fight can be stopped before it starts." With that thought he began looking through the small pouch that somehow was able to contain everything he wasn't using and that he never remembered coming into possession of, tough it had seemed to have been his from the time he entered Heroica Hall. Discarding this train of thought for the moment he returned to his perusal, and just as that moment he found what he was looking for, taking his Smoke Bomb from it's place. "Excellent." And with that statement he threw the bomb into the midst of the combat.

"Shut up Luke, err, sorry, Brock."Throlar looks helpless at the mutant boy's pleas. "But I don't know what else to do, fighting is the only thing I can think of, I can try being diplomatic but I don't know what to say! Somebody please tell me what to do!"

"Right, thank you boy, now to see about that Orc-troll-goblin-thing." Throlar returns to the courtyard, joining the battle on the Mutants side. "Keep the hell out of my way, I'm going to kill this disgrace to the Orocund!"

"What the hell do you know about it?"

"No, no it is not, and I am very happy to say so." "I'd love to help, but unfortunately there isn't anything i can do while i'm locked in here and unarmed, isn't there anything you can do to get me out of here, and maybe help me find something to fight with? Oh, look, there are my companions, Helloo! Over here! Get me out of here somebody! Throlar's face goes white with horror."Carry out his business!" He shouts, "Are you mad Althor! He just said he was going to kill everyone here, do you want innocents to die? Think of what you're saying for goodnesses sake!"