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Hello. I am a Dwarf. I hate trolls and giants. Hrrummpf.

Throlar removes his name from the signups to quest 138.

"Yes, he left just before you got here."

Uh... no. You can't do that, there is a distrust mechanic that prevents that from happening. It's right there in the rules.

Who said that Black Knights have to be all dark and grim and nasty? That's not in the rules anywhere! KingoftheZempk, don't listen to them, your sigfig is fine as is.

I've been reading this conversation up to now and I seriously cannot stop laughing.

"Oh F-... just... Damn you you little... Gah!"Throlar tore over to the other side of the saloon. "@!$# that little bastard, %&$^ him. Scheherazade! Fifteen double... whatevers, I don't care, just make it alcoholic!"

"The What?" "I have... never acctually been to Fellcrest. And my last trip to Babeleth is sort of why I want to go there, that and the fact that I've met Amber Makepeace before, and the shadow that follows her everywhere too... Why are we still whispering?"

"How exactly do you think you can get him to pay up front when he hasn't even decided if you'll be going or not? You seem to have this weird belief that you are the person who chooses who goes and who stays, but frankly, you're not. And as I do not suffer from delusions, I don't intend to promote myself, I intend to have a nice talk with this good man. And I'm far more interested in going to Fellcrest anyway."

"The man's name is Warlen Melimane, say it. Warlen Melimane. Now will you shut up, you're losing us a job opportunity here." "And for the sake of politeness, I will not exchange cheap and mindless retorts with you."He gave the King a unhappy look. "I'm sorry sire, he isn't usually like this, but he's been ill recently and he's just had a nasty shock, and he's suffering from a head injury as well, you just have to be patient with him."

Throlar casually dodged the card as it impotently whistled through the air."As I said, quit it with the accent. And don't go tossing those cards around in here, you might give someone a nasty papercut." He sidled up to the two at the bar, muttering something along the lines of 'See? this is why I didn't want to give them back to you.' As he seated himself "And as for unnoticeable and unmemorable, you have about as much of those qualities as a clown on ten-foot stilts shouting at the top of his voice in the middle of a market square in broad daylight while juggling cream pies and dancing rainbow monkeys." Turning away from Lind he extended his hand to the elf. "King Faust I presume? We've never met and you probably don't know my name, but I was in Moone a couple decades ago as the Titaanese ambassador." "Thank you Warlen, that was much appreciated." said Throlar without the slightest trace of sarcasm.

"You owe me nothing, I assure you."

"Indeed."Excuse me, may I speak to you? I know that you won't want to speak to me, and I know why. My actions at R'kilf were selfish and idiotic and disgraceful, I nearly caused the complete failure of the entire quest. I couldn't have been more of a fool if I had actively tried to ruin everything. And I just want to say I'm sorry."

Why not have Mind-flayers and Ilithids be separate races?

"Throlar Wineghilm." he said taking the Monk's hand in his, "I have a message from Karie Alderflask for you, about a new member of Heroica." "He's called Lind Whisperer, I think he's a munchkin."

"It's already been made, I'll just have to live with it, you don't have to, it's not your worry, but please don't make it worse for me. I'm content to let other people deal with this."

"No, trying to create a group to combat this evil when the choice ultimately falls to the Veterans who will not consult any of us in making their choice is futile. And I was referring to the wording, not the content." "Correction, I was the only one, I wasn't even there when they did it, and there was nothing I could've done even if I was. But I do not feel the need to needlessly insert myself into a quest that I have no chance of being chosen for, and neither should you."

"Shut up."As you may have gathered, Throlar was back, sadly. "The Monk does not need your inane and cliche blather, nothing you say or do will actually have any effect on who goes or stays. So please be quiet. I might have business with this man myself." Addressing himself to the monk he said; "Would you be master Pretzel by any chance?"

1) Yes, I have played Mafia games before this. 2) Unless something utterly unforeseen comes up, yes. 3) No.

I don't think that would work. In a video game yes, but not in a text-based forum RPG.

I've just removed them from my stats, no worries. I prefer to call it 'inventive character interaction.'

Throlar had calmed down. And quite frankly he ought not have lost his temper in the first place, but the little... he didn't let himself think about that. Instead he made himself think of his past, it was a mistake. As soon as he began contemplating his past he felt himself weighed down by his own foolishness, by mistakes new and old. He thought of R'kilf, and how his stupidity had almost caused the quest to fail, and of Lord Belanith and the vow he made to redeem himself. He thought of the Eubric Cemetery, and of the necromancer Amber Makepeace and her shadow, and their insane plan to turn Eubric into a necropolis, and how he might be meeting them again soon. He thought of Babeleth, of the mutants and his pity for the deluded beings, of the woman who had been killed for a cause she had nothing to do with, of his companions treachery, and of his failure. That one left scars, literal ones. He could feel the one from where Orokai had nearly split him in half. He thought of The Caustic Collection, of the strange and dark events that surrounded it, and of the inexplicable death of Rollinger, and the nightmares. Nightmares that could still haunt him in a way, though he hadn't had any since the quest ended. He thought of his last quest, of Lethauros, of the mad druid Salvato, and of his companion, Sylph. A polar opposite to the mad druid in every way, and of his rapport with animals. He thought of the people he had known, and those that had died needlessly. He entered the Training Room, and the Copper Fox was there as if waiting for him. "Greetings Throlar." "How do you know my name?" "I'm one of the Veterans that chose you as one of the heroes for the quest for Babeleth, remember?" he said "I know it's painful for you to hear it said like that, but we must all face our pasts, otherwise we will be unable to choose our futures wisely." "I thought about that on the way here." "Then you know what you wish be?" "Yes." He drew in his breath. "I wish to become a warden. Throlar Wineghilm. 137 year old Dwarven Warden. *Immune to weakened* *Avoids free hits from Flying enemies* *Immune to Ice and Darkness* Level, 15 Power, 26 (15+10+1). 36 against ancient enemies. Defense, 6 (5+1). Health, 37/37 (32+5). Gold, 30. Equipped;Miracle Lance (A white spear crafted in the likeness of an ancient dragon. WP; 10, doubled against Ancient enemies), Elven Shield (SP; 5, Ice and Darknesselemental. All elves in the party gain the same amount of SP as long as the wielder is standing), Lion's Plate (Max health +5, Power +1, Immune to weakened, suitable for knights and barbarians, body wear), Crow Helmet (SP; 1, Flying enemies do not deal free hits to the wearer, suitable for Knights and Dragoons, headwear). Inventory; Weapons; Elven Sword (WP; 5, longsword), Mopagsaber (WP; 12, Ice elemental longsword), Darker Etherial Deck (WP; 7, throwing weapon. Belongs to Lind Whisperer). Shields; None. Artifacts; Counterstrike Gloves (If the wearer is damaged by a free hit, they counter with strength equal to their level, handwear), Lethauros Crushers (While equipped, the wearer does double damage to Rock and Flying type enemies. Suitable for anyone, footwear). Consumables; x2 Potion, Remedy, Phoenix Essence, Soma (Causes the Blessed effect), Hint Coin (Gives the user a hint about a puzzle or a tricky situation, Useable only once, Has no monetary value.), Bone, Floral Bomb, Air Bomb, Dirt Bomb, Water Bomb, Lightning Bomb, x4 Fire Bomb, Ice Bomb, Holy Bomb, Smoke Bomb x2, Feather of Flight (allows the user to flee the battle when used). Equipment; Bedroll, Shovel, Pickaxe, Magnifying Glass. Treasures; Viper scale (worth 40 gold to some NPC's). Decamon Deck, Magic Carp (Aquatic 1), Volt Ant (Electric 1), Will-o'-the-Wisp (Fiery 1), Tweetybird (Flying 1), Toxic Toad (Plant 1), Ursa Minor (Eithereal 1), Specter (Dark 2).

"No, it is an obviously fake parcel of racial stereotyping you immature little twit. And yes, I am well aware of the rules, even if you are not. Well I shall not stoop to your level by continuing to talk to you any longer, good bye."And with that remark, Throlar went off to another part of the building.

"Well, after careful consideration, no, I am not giving this back to you. Do you want an explanation? Or do you innately understand that I'm doing this because of this immature and childish display you are putting on? And frankly that obnoxious accent isn't doing you any favors either."

Throlar had just returned from the Marketplace with his transactions completed, and, upon seeing the questboard, signed up for quest 138. That done he was about to head over to the Training Room when; "Oh, so this is yours is it?"