Duvors

As quickly as possible Throlar goes over to Gomioes and buys a Bedroll for Five gold. 412-5=407

"Well, I have to go annoy the people at the marketplace, if you'll excuse me," And Throlar got up and left. Outside the Hall Throlar stopped for a minute and said, "I feel strangely new for some reason."

"Why not?"​Throlar signs up for Unlimited Quest; Fields of Glory.

"I don't know, some say the kingdom was named after him, but that's just idiotic, I myself think it's just coincidence."

"Azzural, the most powerful Necromancer ever, and the war against him." he paused."It happened before Mercuton was sunk, and even an alliance of Moon Elves, and Titaan Dwarves wasn't enough to defeat him, because of the Helm."

"Oh?" said Throlar, "Did you sign up for quest 93 too?"As he spoke he pulled a book from his pocket and began to read, the book was named The War of Azzural.

"One, just one, and I'd take it as a personal favor if you don't talk about it."

Throlar had retuned from the library, feeling much better now, seeing Nain and Avalanche he strode over to their table. "Hello Yeti, my name is Throlar Wineghilm, what might yours be?" he said sitting down. "And on the subject of names," he said turning to Nain, "You never told me what yours was."

Kintobor, don't you think you ought to autoroll the rest of the battle? I think Zepher's Sereptine-whitch story arc seems to have some focus on stories for some reason.

At present GAM is my favorite Fathers and Sons character.

Great build, but the Shraliek are on the side of the Black Spire so... who are the traitors?

I'd call this horrible, if it wasn't so damed funny.

Throlar had finally found the library. Obrick's hammer! This place is a mess! Nothing was in it's proper place, the shelves where almost devoid of life and literature, the only sounds where those of mice and Throlars breath. Books towered in unruly piles, or lay open at random pages, there was one right in the middle of the room, on the floor, lying open face down so it's spine was almost broken. Ah well, might as well clear up this place. Uttering Baltar oaths under his breath he began reconstructing the library.

Happy new year!

Throlar once again wanders into the hall and sees the conceited mage (What the hell was his name again? Ach, who cares.) and Althor, at whom he threw a pebble, and then left again.

Nice set, love the old western theme reference! Can you guess what I'm talking about? (Hint; Bandits Weelgun. )

Throlar was sedated, alcohol always did that, unless it was mead, or spiced rum. In his present mood he was ready to find a nice quiet corner and ruminate, and with this end in mind he decided to resume his heroic quest for the library. But as he did so he passed the Questboard, and simultaneously made up his mind. Throlar Wineghilm signs up for quest 93.

Correction, five.

Hell, I'm right back where I started. Throlar was not doing well, not that he ever did. Between blinding rage, melancholy, sly selfish cunning, and selflessness he had no room for happiness, and not so long ago he was doing well, back in Titaan. Discouraged by his inability to find the Library sand by his unwillingness to defy his aide he wandered over to the stairs and clumped up them to the bar. "Well?" said the barmaid "What do you want?" Throlar suddenly grinned and said, "I lived a year on orange juice, thought I was doing well, And now they tell me orange juice is fattening as well." "Whiskey and soda please, I need it."

Well, I have ideas, but not being a QM or anything...

Throlar made his fourth unnoticed dramatic entrance to Heroica Hall, and wasn't really very surprised when no one saw him. He wandered over to the quest board dejectedly, and began to read it in an uninterested sort of way, until... Sereptrine? No, we aren't going to try for relations with them for a few years... All the same his interest was peaked and his eye wandered onward, the next quest was interesting, and after a few minutes of rereading he looked over his shoulder. and after pondering for a bit he decided to seek out the famous Heroica Library before deciding anything.

Yep!

Wrong thread, this should be in Minifig Customization.

To Nerwen. I have a strange feeling you didn't receive my last letter, is that so? Throlar.

Throlar had returned to his rooms and was in a state of... you can judge for yourselves. "Why didn't you tell me before?" "As I've already told you, you gave me no time." That was true, and Throlar knew that the best thing to do was to change the subject. "If only there was something we could do." he moaned. "There isn't," said the Aide "not without making the political situation worse than it already is, if Titaan gets involved..." There was no need to finish. "Hell!" said Throlar. "Exactly."