Duvors
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"... Fine."Throlar handed over the requisite items, though he was obviously loth to do so, he then removed his Crow helmet and equipped his Quiver of Homing Arrows, before downing a nostrum.
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"I'm in favor of Cedric's plan to be honest."
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"Oh, I do, you'd be surprised at how many failures my life has produced."He drew in his breath. "I'm... no one, in fact I'm not entirely certain how I joined, I just walked in one day by accident. In fact I shouldn't even be a member, it's technically a violation of diplomatic... nevermind." "No, seems simple enough. I have no preference where I go."
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"Yes, I have... intimate knowledge of that. A rare breed? Nonsense, I'm nothing special, I'm just someone who does what he's told, even if he does it badly."
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"Ah, yes Babeleth. I have a... history with the place yes."Throlar was obviously uncomfortable with the subject, looking around nervously and speaking with a hesitation quite alien to his usual mannerisms.
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Throlar nods. "That seems rather straightforward, nice to have the watch with us for this."
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"Stand still and let me hit you you git!" Throlar repeats.
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Throlar attacks the Rat's Behind Owner from the back row with his Fellcrest Hand Axe.
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"Please? I need my eyes back, Matthias, If Parvati's going to make it hotter in here I'm going to hold back my fire bombs 'till she's finished so they can be more effective." Throlar tosses his dirt bomb from the back row.
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Thanks! Throlar spends the next three rounds throwing fire bombs at his enemies from the back row.
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OOC; does blinded affect using consumables? Also you forgot to fix Throlar's health.
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OOC; Zepher, my shield allows me to avoid all free hits as long as my allies are still up, I shouldn't have taken any damage from those free hits. "Oh sod this." Throlar attacks Wermhiem from the back row with his Fellcrest Hand Axe. He became encouraged when you activated his first special in round one.
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Throlar repeats.
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Throlar repeats.
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Throlar does as Matthias asks.
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"Cedric, please, you'll barely do any damage to him as long as the others are still up, please attack someone else and let someone who can do more damage deal with him."
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"Oh sod you." Throlar attacks Drunken Sailor Wermhiem from the front row with his Mopagsber. "Okay, I'd recommend Matthias attacks Andy over there with that cannon of his, Darksten deals with Natnail at the same time, Cedric stabs Bernard a few time to keep him occupied, Soliman keeps the bartender occupied, and Parvati, would you kindly make it a bit brighter in here? Thank you all very much."
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Throlar places his hand on his companions arm and attempts to lower it."That," he said, "is not diplomatic in any way whatsoever. Why not just stand down and let me handle this?" Throlar, seeing Matthias attempt to sneak away, began speaking to the sailor in a diplomatic tone, attempting to distract the man's attention away from his companion."I apologize for my companions, they're morons, little more than hired muscle. I understand that you may have your own reasons for not wanting to talk to us about our friend, but she's very important to us and we'd like to find her. Perhaps we could work out a deal?" As he spoke Throlar examined the man intently, trying to discern anything he could about him.
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Thank you Sandy, for this and everything else.
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"Ilark adh dolakh anat, cend." "This... is Parvati, we're looking for her sister. Did you not get the memo?" "Justin? That sounds familiar... oh yes! That bartender from the inn on the road to Luosh, but why would he be here?"
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Throlar looked at Parvati's hands and, realizing she didn't have any, withdrew his with a sort of sheepish embarrassment.
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"Hello there, Throlar Wineghilm at your service." He held out a hand to the newcomer. "Pardon me for a non sequitur, but I'm told you've been in Baltarok? Do you have any news from there?"
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"Okay," said Throlar, "two things; Firstly, I was trying to be polite and friendly in an attempt to instill camaraderie and a sense of unity in this party, something that has been sadly lacking in all my previous quests, and secondly, I am a dwarf, longshanks. Remember that." Throlar nodded. "Right," he said, "Where is this bar and how do we get there?" Babeleth, he thought, why am I not surprised?
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"I'm not entirely certain, apparently our employer is waiting at a 'clubhouse' belonging to some group called the Court of Demons, have you heard of them?"Throlar looked around at his companions. "So, I don't think any of us have met before, mind telling me a bit about yourselves?"
