Duvors

"Stay thirsty, my friends." <KABOOM>!

"Thank you for your kindness." said the first dwarf. "I think that the Norse practice polygamy as well, don't they?" Throlar remarked."Come along Throlar," said the other dwarf,"This fellow doesn't want to be bothered by you now."

A dwarf with a fedora and a beard of normal size followed by a bareheaded dwarf with a beard that was almost nonexistent entered the Embassy. "Dwarven ambassador and aid," said the first,"we're just here to take possession of our rooms, could you tell me where they are? Top floor balcony, number 22? Thank you." The second dwarf snorted. "Really, you could let the ambassador take the responsibility for finding our rooms." he said. "Throlar," said the first,"you never take responsibility for anything." "True." said Throlar, and the two strode over to the stairs.

I don't remember Bad Blood failing.

All I need is to find out what sitcom that was!

Throlar slid silently into the hall, slithering towards an unoccupied table in the corner, acting in the furtive manner of one who wishes to avoid notice, and it seemed to him as if he was succeeding when... Woompf! Thud! ...the main doors opened and a thickset dwarf wearing a black fedora and a large beard and a great deal of sweat came into the hall. "Throlar! There you are, you blistering halfwit! Where have you been for the past month? I ought to have known you'd be here! Well, speak up, you miserable worm!" Well, have you ever heard of an ambassador without an aid? No? Do you even know who an aid is? Well go and look it up, because this one happened to be Throlar's. "Well, are you going to answer me?" Throlar gulped before committing himself. "R'kilf." The other member of this pageant whipped his hat off, tore his hair, and gibbered for a bit before answering. "R'kilf!? You spent a month in some third-rate village in the north!?" "Well, not a month, about a week, or less, about four days I'd say." "Four days? What on earth were you doing the rest of the time!" "Nothing much, just... going around." "Around!" "Here, in Eubric." "Well, you're not going to for much longer, you are going over to the embassy, RIGHT NOW!" "Yes sir." said Throlar in the quietest voice imaginable. And off they went.

Nice NPU with the wig.

Quest 77 I have to say that this was not the beast thing that could have happened to me, but it did have a few bright spots, the delays where really, really painful (as my constant complaints showed), I don't know how BD forgot about the longsword but I'm willing to forget that, after all he did have a lot on his mind at the time, the quest was enjoyable, but the fact that CromeKnight had to take over one of the NPC's at the end was really, well... . I must say that I'm sorry if anyone has had a bad experience with Throlar, he isn't the most well fleshed-out character in the game (The backstory in particular) but he tries, despite a short temper, violent mood swings, and the fact that he really hates his job. I think that, in D&D terms, he could be best described as Chaotic Neutral with a dash of Lawful. Now for the heroes, sorry if I seem a little critical; Nerwen, I can't really say much about her, save that she was one of the most intelligent and thoughtful characters in the group, well played CromeKnight! Bloomingham, I can't say much about him either, but I really didn't se much of him, and right now I don't have the time to review the quest, but he is a well-developed character and I hope to see more of him. Barty didn't do much this time around. Ellaria, This was my first quest with all of you so I can't say much about anyone, including Ellaria, But I must say there was one bit at the beginning that was too good to ignore, if you're happy and you know it... Arthur, although I feel as if I ought to devote a page to him... I just can't think of a thing to say about him, but I feel that Throlar and he ought to have a few long talks... If he doesn't kill Throlar first! Alexander, He hasn't had much character development, and I think that you ought to work on your english, but I think your cheerful elf is coming along nicely.

(OCC;Belanith dropped one.)

(OCC: Doc, Nerwen has just given Throlar the Elven Longsword.)

Corrected.

Throlar suddenly takes his pickaxe and embeds it into the ground, leaving it there. "If Brobric or R'kilf ever need aid again then send this to me and I shall do all in my power to aid them, even if it means my death, by my mace I so swear." "Thank you for the blade Nerwen, I shall use it to atone for the wrong by which it comes into my hands."

"Here, have these back." Throlar Returns Nerwens mace and Arthur's bedroll and hat.

"Any of you can talk to these flies?" Without waiting for an answer Throlar said, "Arthur, may I talk to you alone for a moment?"

Sorry, but this game is to unrealistic already.On a side note, Elphaba's wagon is a TARDIS?

Mountain Elves are more original.

Well, His real name is John, he is half Leprechaun, one quarter Vampire, and a conceited vaporing idiot, I think that's enough to go on.

A cat on a hot wagon roof? But I think that cat belongs to Elphaba.

Said the Dragon food.

To the right, ever to the right, never to the left, ever to the right... Everyone secretly wants to be a Dragoon.

"Bah." Throlar heads to the Warehouses.

Stupid Black Spire guy, he couldn't even talk straight.

Ahem, am I the only one who remembers that the Veterans have spies in the Wolfgang? I think Sandy mentioned it in the library topic.

Throlar, brooding on all that has occurred, goes not to the Market but to the Outskirts.

Throlar kneels, "My Lady," he said, "before the battle I placed my life at your command, If my life is forfeit, then it is your right to take it. I do not think I would have denied anything you told me so long as it was true, in fact, I was meaning to feel you myself, that and more... But you feel I may preform some service to you, if that is so I will do this thing that you tell me. I have a debt to this village, and I would die to see it repaid."