Duvors

I'm sorry. I have been behaving like an ignorant pigheaded fool about this and I freely admit that I am in the wrong here.

Just stop it! Please, I need some time by myself to think about this, don't talk to me right now.

I was going to apologize, but now I'm annoyed again. And I'm not blaming anybody for anything anyway, why would I blame you for not understanding me, half the time I don't understand anything you lot say.

Shut up, all of you just shut up, I've already made my statement and I'm not going to change anything, if somebody had said 'please' first I might have, but I'm all annoyed now so don't bother.

(OCC; Look, there was a time when nobody bothered to have out of character comments a different color, just an OOC in front of the part that wasn't in character and IC in front of the part that was, I'd like to know when it was decided that they'd be in grey instead?)

"Are you drunk? You just called me a woman and I'm trying to believe that isn't an insult."

"Firstly, no, you didn't save my life, remember what was said earlier? And secondly, it was your fault I was in that situation anyway, I think a little annoyance is justified."

Throlar coughed violently as the potion was forced down his throat, awakening him from his rather premature slumber. Getting up he saw that the status quo was just about the same as it had been when he was beaten unconscious, good."Alright you bleeding fool," he said in response to Avalanche's suggestion, "I'll do it, even if it is just to make you shut up about it, but keep that heartless lump a' tin occupied this time." Throlar attacks Loewe the Coward from the front row.

(OCC, I've already said this, I use grey to indicated Throlar's thoughts, and I place Out of Character Comments in parentheses, if this comes up again I swear I'll stop making distinctions altogether.)

Firstly, they were asking for it, and, secondly, I did absolutely nothing to initiate a conflict whatsoever, so you can't pin any of this on me.

As unconsciousness overtook Throlar there was just one thought in his head; Why does my life appear to consist of being perpetually beaten into unconsciousness?

I'm not bloodthirsty, I'm just mildly insane.

Actually I don't really give a damm about trading card games in general, I do have a vague recollection of playing a game with one of older cousins, but I was rather young at the time.

Not me, I hardy know a damm thing about Pokemon.

(OCC; Sir Tinkerman is a mechanical type enemy, meaning that he won't be as affected by my Mopagsaber as mush as Loewe or Skinny Joe, both of whom are types that are susceptible to ice elemental attacks, this would mean that my weapon would be doubly effective against them, effectively doubling my current power. At least That's how I read it. Of the two Skinny Joe has less health, but taking out Loewe would effectively nullify one of Joe's specials, which would leave us at least one of his drops, however, Throlar is not anything but contradictory.)"Arrggh, Just shut up the pair of you!" said Throlar, "I'll attack who I dam well please!" and with that Throlar attacked Skinny Joe from the front row.

How is that possible for someone who has crab claws for hands?

"Well thank you, that was quite helpful."He was just wondering how to excuse himself politely when he heard cries behind himself, turning to see what was the matter he immediately saw his questmates preparing to fight the four people he had seen earlier when they entered the settlement. And there was Eric. He might have known that something like this would happen if he wasn't watched. "Dammit, excuse me will you? My companions have gone and made fools of themselves." So saying he leapt from the platform, landing behind the four enemies. "Turn, good sirs, that I may not strike you from behind!"

You only noticed it now?

Throlar, ignoring the argument growing behind him, clambered up the ladder to the red haired man. "Excuse me sir, but can you tell me what to do with these?" he said holding up the original three cards Jaws had given him, "I've recently come into possession of the three and have no idea what to do with them."

The cycle has come full circle...

"Hmm, can I borrow one of those? You already have more than is needed to play the game."

I really wish that I could butt into the current conversation in the Hall, but Throlar isn't there and Meldrim is kind of immobile without him.

Said random stranger happens to be one of the main villains of this quest so...Of corse Sarge doesn't know that so he's still a jerk.

Throlar wandered over to Nur, having seen the snake-haired woman give him something and being curious to see what it was. "Excuse me," he said "what did that woman give you?"

Flipz, you have a rival.