Duvors

Smite daft fool!

"A point, good ye're makin', on both counts."Turning back to the bar Luridan says "Some bacon, I would be likin'."

Luridan looks at the knight "All tae easy fare me tae believe, this tis."Luridan turns back to the bar, where a hot steaming plate of cabbage and potato and a glass of ginger ale where waiting. "Kindly, I thank ye."

Luridan looks at Percival, yet another hero at the bar, soon there would be more Heroes up here than downstairs. Turning back to the bar Luridan spoke to Sherenezade "Cabbage an' potato, a dish I would like, please, a ginger ale fare me tae."

You aren't a paladin, you know.Ok, maybe you are, what is Deercourts class again?

Luridan looks Panduin, another short one in the hall, good, good. He looks really angry, bad, bad.

Careful, she's been marked down by the fashion police!

Luridan shudders as he is unable to avoid hearing this, why on Olegaia do gremlins have such long ears? Luridan is unable again to help hearing what is being said, and this time takes note, turning around he sees a halfling fashion disaster and turns back to the counter as fast as possible."Sae-much-pink."

"Well,seeing ye, later I shall." So saying Luridan jerked away up the stairs and into the saloon. Spying Eris and Theodor at the bar Luridan jerked over, clambered into a seat next to them. "A bad day, t'will be, sad tae, afore all tis done."

"Treetrunk up rear, impossible is, still, gener'l feelin', summed up, ye have."

Lorian sighed deeply,he should never have left his homeland in Moone, never come to this city, never tried to join the Guild, never joined Heroica. But it was to late. He walked over to Scamander with the queer jerky gait of a gremlin and said"Guid mornin tae ye, I would say, but a guid mornin tis not, t'day."

Guinness, much tis nay, boring, it tis.Is anyone going to respond to anything I say?

Find out how Deercourt, changed tae Docken was, we need tae.

Ay, Why we are confused, tha' is, lassie!

"Ay tis I again, the dwarf, I am alone and wish to speak to your Lady, I will disarm myself if I need to, but It is need to speak with her now." Called Throlar, trying to be as Diplomatic as possible.

Th' first Wereturtle in Heroica Ye are, Talk however Ye want, Ye may, laddie!

When 800 years old ye are, call me youngster ye may, laddie! Sorry, just getting into character here. I see Lorian as a cross between Yoda, a Scotsman, and a Pirate, so be warned!

You know, I try to start a running gag about Pirate Yoda and I end up with a gremlin alchemist? That just can't be an accident.

Throlar heads to the elven keep.

You know, I wonder if there'll be some kind of recurring gag? Aaahhhh! It's Pirate Yoda again!

Throlar goes to the stables to check on the horses.

And more bloody awesome! Oh man! it's pirate yoda! run!!!

"My own opinion is that you will not get any satisfaction out of speaking to the pogs, there have been places where the pogs are accepted, indeed, in one such place a few were hired as bank guards, but that group was all killed by bank robbers, but most are horrible, wild, murderous, bloodthirsty savages, who leave no trace but ashes and well gnawed bones." Throlar paused for a moment. "I once saw an entire trading caravan wiped out, and every last orc, goblin, and beast eaten alive by these things, all save... Me. They where saving me for tomorrow, so they bound me to a tree, but in the night I freed myself, and took back my mace and... that band never troubled any again." "The temptation to kill them all was strong, but in the end all I did was tie them to the trees, three days later a group of warriors found the clearing, there was only one left, I'd made the mistake of tying them by leashes, and they were well within each other's reach, and the last one was killed trying to escape, so I suppose I did kill them after all, sickening."

Throlar looks at the heroes. "Look, nobody talk to Me, please just... don't." Throlar goes into a corner and sits staring at the wall.