Duvors

Throlar looks at the door, and after a few moments goes over to it. After a quick examination he the door was locked, and that it was locked from the outside. Humpf, they may lock it from the outside, but these keyhole locks can be opened very easily, lets look, ah yes! The key is still in the lock! Getting on the floor he slid the peace of paper used to wrap his oatcake underneath the door, then he took a small metal rod from his pocket, placed it in the lock, and wiggled it about for a moment. After a few seconds he heard a slight noise, removed the rod, and looked through the keyhole again, the key had fallen out! Carefully sliding his peace of paper back under the door, he found the key had fallen on it, just as he'd hoped! Swiftly he took the key and unlocked the door, the remaining guard was so surprised to see him that for a few moments he said nothing, not that he had a chance. "Would you like a jelly baby?" said Throlar taking a small paper packet from his pocket. (OCC:Say the last five words three times fast. )

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Throlars eyes open, what was he doing here? Must have carried me, why? Oh yes, I collapsed, why? Ermm... food! Yes, that's it! I haven't eaten for days! Straining he managed to sit up and after rummaging in his pockets for a minute he pulled out a stale oatcake wrapped in paper and after unwrapping it munched contentedly.

(OCC; hello? anyone going to pay attention to Throlar?)

(OCC; Sandy, Throlar is on the ground, unconscious.)

Throlar doesn't move, apparently something is wrong with him. (OCC:Hinthinthinthinthint.)

I have, or do you mean the prequels?A Doctor Who quote? He must die!

Throlar glows with anger at Karhedin's words "Yours, YOURS! You have no right to this village, you have done nothing for it but try to kill its leaders! Yours! You don't deserve the position of a gong farmer! Go back to wherever you you came from! I have a personal responsibility to this village and if that responsibility involves killing you then I will! Yours! I deserve more than you, and have it too! I am the Earl Sir Throlar Wineghilm of the Golden Eagle, Ambassador of Titaan and 137th or thereabouts in line to the throne of the Wineghilm clan! Yours! PAH!" Throlar, out of breath and suffering from hunger cramps, collapses.

I do, you are not alone.

"Go, Now."

No, but keep it up and you might get to be village idiot.

Guess what Throlar does (from the front row). (OCC:Throlar will repeat attack Karhedin for the rest of the battle, no change.)

Ahem .

I see two items that no one else has noticed.

"You're not the one who might be dead in five seconds!" said Throlar in an irritable tone.

"Uuhhh, trooper, there aren't any swamps on Tatooine." "Then what are these things arounaaaarrrrrrraaaggggrrraahhhccckkkkllll!" "Trooper, trooper! What's your status! Repeat, what's your status!" "<kkkhhrrrrkkissss><sssskkccchhhiirrr><cciirrkkiis>"

Throlar suddenly feels a sharp pain in one side, he reached over to the place where the pain emanated and his hand came away dripping with blood. His blood. Realizing that he was in danger of collapsing any second Throlar drank his potion.

(OCC; Cromeknight, you got the wrong Hoplite, I'm attacking E, why did you change it?)

Throlar gives Hoplite Evans a beating from the front row. "Someone give Shawe another weapon, preferably one a little more brutal than the ones he has at present!"

No, not at all, we all knew he was a homicidal maniac.

Monk Pretzel just said that he was willing to kill the entire population of Olegaia just to kill one undead.

Hoplite Charlie gets it in the neck (from the front row).

That depends on weather you've read the books or not.

Throlar tries to beat Karhedin's face in (from the front row).