Uri motions to the shifter to come down the steps with his shortspear.
"One false move and you will be tasting my spear through your eyeball."
Uri grins-showing his slightly pointed incisors.
Martin surveys the room slowly after some idle chitchat with someone-or-other; spying some rather attractive ladies in a group, he heads over to them with a bright smile upon his face.
"Good evening, ladies. Would any of you care to dance?"
Uri looks at the other shifter and says, 'Yield or die!".
Uri then slides over and attacks-taking no heed of the shifter's words or actions.
OOC: Flanking position across from Adal.
I'm running the Age of Worms and in it there is a section that is underwater. Guess who got volunteered for underwater exploration? Warforged make great scuba divers... :p
A tanned and lean Martin stepped out of the taxi and walked into the foyer of the Amherst. Dressed in a tuxedo, he was the epitome of the dashing journalist that lead a life of adventure. The ride up the elevator was brief and he soon found himself at the doors to the ballroom. Without missing...
We used to game with Andrew Hughey and he was great! Terrific roleplayer and detail-oriented person that held the group to a higher standard of gaming. He ended up getting two jobs and wasn't able to game with us anymore. :(