Duvors

Why has this topic become unstickified?

A voice interrupted the conversation at this point "Nerwen?" it said, "It's me, Throlar, do you remember me?"

"Hmm, I know Lind and Arthur, and Lind is not likely to get along well with others, the last time I saw him you were holding him up by the scruff of his neck, do you remember that?" "Before you ask what I've been doing," Throlar said as he leaned back in his seat, "Not much, I did however help save an orc from being sold into slavery. I feel a great sense of satisfaction in that. Hang on, is that... excuse me a minute, I have a friend to see."

I'll see about that.

"Ah I see. Who else was with you on this quest?"

Throlar, in despite of his habitual grumpiness, felt the spirit of the season upon him. To Annienal Anavar, one Lens of Speed Reading. For the constant reader. To Althior Emorith, one Etherial Amethyst. A creepy shadow for you, a creepy shadow for you, creepy shadows for everyone! To Arthur Ziegfried, one Hearts Fire Amulet (wearer can use anything suitable for Dragoons and is considered a friend by all dragons; the wearer also becomes inspired if there are dragons in the party; suitable to Arthur only; accessory). Simply repaying you in kind. To Cedric, one Scary Black Cloak (grants the Intimidate [see Black Knight] and "Diplomacy" [see Infiltraitor] job traits; backwear). Because you're nowhere near as intimidating as you think you are. To Eric, one Aged Five Mountains Ale (grants the encouraged, inspired, hastened, and hilariously and luckily drunk effects). I don't drink the stuff myself, but I think you'll find that Dwarves make it better. To Peteldan Parvenus, an Adamantine Shield (SP; 25). Because I seem to be the only person here worried about a five-year-old's safety. Alternatively, one Adamantine ore. Edit: More! To Vindsval, one Dwarven Cogwork Mechanisim (wearer is lucky, hastened, and immune to slowed. suitable for Vindsval only, handwear, can be worn alongside one other artifact of the same type, will still count toward wearers artifact total). That arm of yours looks like it needs an upgrade. To Lawrence Boomingham, the Possible Future King's Speech (all allies gain the inspired, companionship, [all heroes gain +1 SP for total number of heroes in battle with companionship, cannot exist if only one hero has companionship] and camaraderie [all heroes gain +1 power for total number heroes in battle with camaraderie, same stipulations as companionship above] effects; consumable). Because every aspiring monarch needs something to say in public. To Matthias, one Zhar-ptitsa Incense (revives all party members to full health and grants the blessed, transcended, and reinforced effects, consumable). In later times, when all others are forgotten, men will still remember you, and call you a god. Until then, knock yourself out. To Lind Whisperer, a Trickster's Mask of the Elf . Edit: One More. To Nerwen, one Fenghuang Essence. I hope you like this, may it help you and your friends.

"Oh yes, that, I spent the whole time indoors, thought it was just a big storm. So, who was this Imortallis fellow?"

"Wyrm? What wyrm? I am not omniscient Vindsval, please don't make cryptic allusions to events I know nothing about."

"Nice to see you too Vind, what's been happening to you lately?"

Throlar, silently ignoring everybody, entered the Hall and made his way to the bar.

Throlar enters the marketplace with 125 gold and sells his City Watch Halberd for 15 gold, laving him with 140 gold.

"You are welcome miss, and thank you for calling on us. If you ever need us again we'll be more than happy to help, or I least I will. Goodbye." Throlar bowed, giving a slight flourish to his cape, and then straightened up and, smiling, went back to the hall.

"I daresay she does, there are some things it is not polite to pry into Darksten, including clandestine visits to wealthy houses. Am I correct, your ladyship?"

"What? Immortal? Gift of the waters? Matthias, what are you talking about?"

"I'd like greater fortitude, I seem to be very bad at taking hits."

I didn't know your real name was Pretzel, but there you go.

"Thank you, can you perhaps tell them that the Titaanese ambassador wants to speak to them about a weapon shipment that was stolen over a year or two ago? Thank you."

Throlar finally spoke up. "While I do see Medusa's side, I must agree with my companions. We should hand him over to the Bonapartes. We are in a place where there is at least some semblance of civilization, and there are laws, such as they are. Rules of conduct, such as they are, that must be obeyed lest we fall. The whole history of civilization is an endeavor to create clear rules, clear codes of conduct, that prevent us from being monsters. For if we ever understand how fragile, how artificial, these rules are, and discard them, what remains to prevent us from becoming heartless, mindless beasts?" Throlar realized everyone was staring at him. "Oh, sorry," he said, "Was I rambling? I have a bad habit of doing that sometimes."

Throlar sits down.

OOC: Ah, okay.

OOC: I understand why I'm not blessed anymore, but why is the soma back in my inventory? Throlar drinks a Grand Potion from the back row.

Throlar lies down (he's unconscious, what are you expecting him to do?)

Throlar follows the plan.

"Hello Miss Medusa, nice to finally meet the person we've been looking for." While waiting for a reply downed his Soma and handed all of his bombs except the two smoke bombs to Captain Lane. OOC: Zeph, why is the Grating stone in my inventory when I'm pretty sure I got the Rusty Dagger instead?

Throlar follows the plan.