Duvors

"Be careful how you say 'dwarf'" said Throlar perfectly imitating Karhedin's accent,"for if you chose to see the word as an insult in the same way that stupid, ignorant, and prejudiced people see the word 'orc' I will have to consider you as my foe, and a foe of one Wineghilm is the foe of all, as well as our allies."Throlar said all this in a voice cold enough to freeze fire.

"I said the general populace, not the Mopag high council, I am not interested in the Mopag high council."

"All I want to know is, what the reaction of the general populace would be to any attempt to form a resistance movement?"

"Nerwen is quite correct save that we mean to destroy those who plunder, not restore.""Now being an ambassador, protocol demands that I present my credentials." Throlar hands his credentials to Karhedin. "I must ask you to keep the contents of these documents secret for state reasons." (OCC:I will PM credentials to BD soon.)

"Very well, master elf." Turning to the guard Throlar says "Greetings, my name is Throlar Wineghilm, ambassador to... well that is a rather confidential matter,"Throlar smiles disarmingly at the guard"I wish to speak to your leader, Warlord Karhedin the Awesome, on a matter of great import, please allow us to enter."

Throlar gets up and throws the rock at The Voice In The Sky.

"Very well Nerwen, but I must warn you that I have a bad record with such things."(OCC:Give me photos or give me death!)

Throlar follows Nerwin to the Mopag camp. "Thank you for the Morning Star, I will keep it well, and use it often." (OCC:Sorry for not responding yesterday, I was distracted.)

Throlar attacks Lord Belanith from the back row with his mace.

(OCC:Well? When will the next round be? Everyones ready.)

Throlar attacks Lord Belanith from the back row with his mace.

(OCC:Brickdoctor, when are you going to do the next round? I've already posted my attack.)

"Stay out of this, this creep has insulted my people and I'm not going to stand down until he does."So saying Throlar attacked Belanith from the back row with his mace, "And I'm not your squire you idiot, don't lie in any misguided attempt to end a duel of honor!"

"Got'ya! Terru tan valmar!" Throlar attacks from the first row with his mace.

Throlar attacks from the back row with his mace.

Throlar envenoms his mace from the back row. "Grovel! You'll pay for that! Thirty Gold to be exact."

(OCC: Umm, Brickdoctor? Response please? My interactions with Belanith ought to be of interest to you.)

Throlar turns to lord Belanith. "Ah! Hello my name is ambassador Throlar Wineghilm of... forgive me, I'm not allowed to tell, well anyway how are you?" Throlar grips the elven lords hand. "The awe-inspiring culture of the elves eh?" said Throlar still holding the elves hand. Suddenly the diplomats eyes narrowed and his grip tightened to such an extent that it was impossible for Belanith to extricate his hand. "It seems a strange culture to me, one that inspires awe and yet lets the walls of a town under its protection fall into disrepair and apparently does nothing about raiders and bandits in said town, but indeed lets them run riot, one might think there was some sort of agreement between them." "What is more, I don't really see how one can experience the culture of the elves in a town where from what I can tell nothing was built by elves, the only reason it is elven is because of an elven occupation, and the only elves here are the garrison eh?" It was at this point that several people said they heard a noise like fingerbones snapping.

Completely unimpressed Throlar says "I've seen worse."

"I have spent years in Baltarok and you think I don't know how to handle myself? Well, thats not to bad as you know nothing about that." "And as for my next of kin, there are none who would not be glad to hear of my end, they would probably reward you for bringing news of my death."

"Has everyone forgotten the farmer already? Who in there right mind would cede control of an entire town to someone who would do that? If you chose to do so I will not condone such an action, nor will I witness it." Throlar turned and leaped into the saddle. Turning back to the heroes he said "If you chose to do nothing about these villains, I shall go after them by myself."

"No." Turning to the heroes Throlar said "Look, although this contact may or may not be real,I do know that his role would be primarily as an informant as there is no need for someone to help the Pogs get inside R'kilf." drawing out the map Throlar pointed to the forested side of the town. "As you can see the forest runs right up to the town, what is more, there is no wall on that side, so the Pogs can just walk in there." "Although we can wait for them in the forest the chances of catching one are nil, what is more, they could probably capture us there." "As you have probably gathered, I plan to trap one of these Pogs, interrogate him, and find his headquarters." "Although it is not likely we can capture one who knows the location of the main camp, we can still find a Pog who knows the location of a small camp at least, and a raid on any Pog camp might not only provide a clue to the location of the main headquarters, but also disrupt operations in that quarter."

"Yes but some things can't be foreseen by a contact, like a..."Throlar stops, turns away, walks over to a clear bit of road, and turns back to the heroes. "Come over here a second will you? You can stay where you are solder, it's just the heroes I want."

"Well, are you going to answer me?"

"Well then I think that the best thing to do is see Warlord Kaherdin the Awesome and then inspect the defenses of this city." "So, what is the state of the cities fortifications? Don't look to good from here."