Jebediahs

En Sabah Nur's eyes narrowed as he used the initial engagement to assess his companions' skill. "Oh, the battle has started? Apologies, my eyes refuse to remove themselves from the elf's backside. I shall comply with your commands, my friend." Nur held his staff firm and and bowed before directing an earth spell at Green Viper D from the back row.

Nur looks at Stigveladi and taps his left temple with his forefinger. "Ah, ya see? Knows what to do...because he's old." En Sabah Nur casts an earth spell at Bugbear Archer B from the back row.

"Well I'm not sure how much you can learn from that elf unless it is how to disable a team member when they're not looking." Nur grins. "The pale woman is a witness. She was there with us, lost in an island's jungle. We'll stay behind that lad as I'm sure he'll keep us safe. And Skrall there is old so he's bound to know something of use!" Nur's mirth was halted by the thought of entering a field beasts while ruby-less. How bad could it really be?

OOC: Lame. "Any of you young adventurers have an extra ruby I could borrow for roasting beasties? I shall return it to you by quest's end (for realz)." En Sabah Nur approaches the dwarf. "Wee one, have you any skill with a dagger? This Stealth Dagger (WP: 12) will surely be more devastating to our enemies than that stick you possess." Nur offers a small grin.

"Very well then. I have no interest in becoming indebted to others. I will take my leave, good day." Nur offers a slight nod then walks towards the bar.

En Sabah Nur approaches the barbarian table. "Well met accomplished heroes. I am En Sabah Nur, fledgling magician with a shortage of gold. My situation is so dire I can not even afford a simple cantrip scroll page for my spell book. If ye could spare a bit of coin, it would be greatly appreciated. If not, perhaps I could offer something in trade." The mage grinned before removing an item from his pack then focusing his gaze on Tesni. "This trinket grants a fire aura to melee attacks that allows your blade to do double damage to enemies weak to fire. The best part is that with this amulet, you will still be able to inflict normal damage to enemies with fire immunity, as long as your weapon of choice is without a ruby of course. You will become the ultimate beast slayer!" Fire Amulet (Accessory, Makes physical attacks do double damage to all enemies that are weak to fire) "Perhaps a mere 200 gold coins in exchange or a trade for another item in your possession? What do you say, Beastslayer?" OOC: I'll accept the Magic Mirror for the Fire Amulet if you wish. If not, tell Nur to bugger off. ;)

En Sabah Nur signs up for Unlimited Quest: Fields of Glory.

*sighs* Because I didn't let the biggest brat in Heroica get his way? Besides, I cleared the shard thing with Xarrzan and he thought it'd be hilarious. I guess you're just one of the blessed players that gets away with b.s. including name calling.

En Sabah Nur signs up for Quest #66.

Quarterstaff to WP 12 (123-120 = 3 gold).

Absurd, I only take what is boldy traded. Indeed. S'y I voted for that thing as best item created during the Henrys event. I hope now because of the attention QMs don't start dropping high SP artifacts like candy. I know that's something Masked might do *cough* introducing second Loaded Die to the game *cough*cough* Gift wrapping a mythril shard for Guts*cough*Insane robe thankfully nerfed*cough*cough*. But if they must, at least keep them tailored for knights or non-rogue type front line melee.

Nur's left upper lip raised in a slight snarl of disgust. "I suppose...though I hope I don't have to taste any more wine. I will assign my name later. Now, I wish to eat."

"Curious. I thought all elves had long memories..." Nur shrugs before wringing his beard out on the table.

Nur raises an eyebrow but chuckles and nods as if he understands. He sips the wine and grimaces so severely the wine spills into his beard. "Ye-uck. Never could tolerate this stuff."

"Ah, ya see! The Wolfgang are merely a misunderstood group of do-gooders whose acts of charity have been misconstrued to the public by the houses in power who wish to keep the weak and poor, weak and poor. I might find the time to venture off again. In fact-" "Ho, tis I. Me gran' 'ad a bit of dwarf in 'er she did!" Nur grabs both ends of his beard and gives them a tug. "So ye have the title of 'God Killer' now? Nur whistles.

"Extortionist? Certainly not I. I shall decline yer deal and recover my losses through honest hard work. Also, due to my long meditation I've come to realize you're more of a scoundrel than I could ever be!" En Sabah Nur's bushy mustache raises indicating a smile.

"Greetings my friend. I did look for ye but you'd already traveled to your latest quest destitation. Fare well, I assume? My circumstances have been a bit unkind yet I still live. I spent some time communing with the stone in attempt to become a more enlightened member of society. Through my meditation I have decided against using physical violence to solve problems although I can't quite give up me spells. As a result it seems I've wasted away. With the loss of muscle, my balance is off so I'm not quite sure I'd fare well in a physical confrontation anyhow." Nur paused for a moment. "And my coinpurse has all but run dry."

"That one is many a thing. Take care with her. Put one in me back once." Nur continues towards Boomingham. "Not only should you watch your back, but you should watch your backside as well! Who knows what she's liable to put in there!"

"Wow. Can't rely on anyone to keep a secret these days. S'bad enough that it seems as if everyone knows every damn thing that transpires in every corner of the globe as it's happening and even before. S'baffling! Excuse me." Nur leaves the Hall.

The action subsided, Nur finishes his snack and watches heroes go up and down the stairs from the Saloon to the Questboard. "Aw, I liked that spirited fella's voice. Very serious. Reminds me of a Master Wayne I came across while I was uh...familiarizing myself with his manor. Had a dreadful obsession with bats or was it cats? Maybe even rats." Nur scractched at his beard with furrowed brow. "So Peg Leg, where's yer accent from? I wouldn't say it's easy on me ears but it's not entirely unpleasant.

Nur's eyes widened with delight at the heroes of the Hall. He pulled out a cob of corn and gave it a zap with a topaz charged finger. The corn made a sort of popping sound and Nur munched gleefully while he enjoyed the show. He had been away from the Hall too long.

Nur pats his dust laden cloak and lets out a cough or two. "Tee hee! Aye, tis me. Thought I'd learned more about disguisin' from that Dozenhands fellow. Seems I could use a bit more practice." He coughed again and stroked his beard. "I spent quite a bit of time in deep meditation. Communing with nature and increasing my ether pool. Learned a new trick." Nur removed the glove from his hand before retrieving the dagger Sangriste. He moved it to his stone arm and made a small cut on his gloveless palm. Sprinkling a bit of dirt from his cloak on the wound, Nur's hands glowed green as he healed himself. "Gaia's an impressive lass she is. The power of her kisses make almost anything possible. Now, what's this about your woman bein' stolen? Struttin' about with another with no regard for your feelings. How could Jess do this to you?"

"But,but...my disguise! And, and...I'm too old and useless for questing...Very well then. Sorry for disturbing you, good day." The rickety old man makes his way to Haldor and Sarge. He laughs along with them as if he was a part of their merriment. "Ho ho, gentlemen. Spare a gold piece or two for a weathered traveler? It seems I have failed to figure out this game called 'Life' as well as you lads." He looks at Sarge's leg. "I can perform minor miraculous feats. Maybe reduce an ache or two in exchange for a pittance. I used to be able to sing for tips but me voice 'as gone raspy and me throat closes up when I try."

"My my. Quite the strapping young man we 'ave 'ere. Yer sword arm looks mighty strong. Strong enough to stop t'ievin' orc mercenaries or to dispose of deranged witches, hmmm? Must 'ave picked up quite a bit of gold along yer adventures. Would ye mind sparin' a bit of yer coin with a wobbly ole timer?"

"Thank ye, me boy. May whatever gods ye worship send ye blessings, ten fold!"