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Guns you say? Man, I've seen what cannon can do to cattle, and I'll re-create the memory before this rabble... So prepare... your ox-hide... for a broadside!" Hugo roared, pouring every ounce of will, hernia and alcohol into a new assault. OOC: Strength check with advantage: 1d20 → [8] = (8)...

"Bah, very well. Don't make me regret it," Kowl answered, turning and banging the body against the frame of the door.

"Ah!" Cries Hugo in pain and genuine surprise at the brute's cunning. He turns to his audience, now narrating: "Note that only Gvido's sons are remembered / for the father was lost to surging contempt / and the mothers of the great babes are but numbered / in his own diseased mind, beguiling...

Grumbling something about 'beeple', Kowl pushes away from the table and moves to the corpse of the dark sister now staining the center of the tavern. "Cast lots for her clothes if you will. I'll see she has a burial... proper," says the dwarf with not a dash of ceremony he hefts the body over...

"Well, I'll take your word for it. Were there ever a man more esteemed in the institution of wiping body parts than yourself, I'm sure he's long lost in some horrible manure accident," said Hugo, grinning through gritted teeth as he watched his hand redden, squeezed as if in a coil of heavy...

Hugo van Haan pushed the chair out of his way. "s'Not fair if I can hardly see over your elbow!" he said, placing his elbow on the table which was about gut-high to the dwarf. One way to win a contest of egos was to prove to the room you didn't have one. Hugo would do this through...

Quickleaf. I dig it.

I'm here. I'm salivating over a pile of 16th-century insults right now, biding my time, waiting for the right opening.

Rhal stood abruptly with a hand over his chest. "Forgive my absence and further my interruption, but I have been summoned," he says, and leaves the table in a wash of brown robes. He stands before G'Kar, stiff and head held high. "To see a fellow is welcome in this place. To be offered a seat...

Yeah, as much as I would like to finally try out a Paizo adventure, I think I need to pass on this one now. You guys enjoy!

When I tell my 6 and 3 year old I'm playing a game with Caillou THEY WILL BE SO JEALOUS.

I really like the Gunner, his internal dialogs are interesting, even if they don't play out in the game (yet). That's more your talent as a writer, I'm sure what ever you come up with will be compelling. Cleric's and wizard's are my favorite archetypes. How do you work a death cleric in with...

Hugo turns his attention to Gvido. "Godspeed man, just look at you! I've eaten beets with less color... and more salt!" he shouts this last bit, throwing his head back in a full belly laugh.

Just a bit of color on Hugo's insults; the north of Latvia was taken by the Swede's about 70 years prior, and while they would be - at the time of our story - pretty settled in with their Swedish leadership and military protection, it was a likely sore point for a culture as strong as Latvian...

"I'll handle myself in a scuffle, if that's what worries you," said Kowl with obvious resistance. "I've spent a bit 'o time in prison with all types. I've learned a thing or two inside, as they say." "And I's innocent. Malicious persecution and all that, so don't y' bother asking," Kowl...

"Besides being roundly considered a ray of sunshine, I speak orcish, for one. I've spent enough time with the bloody creatures to know what to expect. Down in the hole I've been in we deal with rough trade. Mostly, the damnable lords that sent me here expect that I'm expendable, and I aim to...

Kowl Clangadden Kowl bristled at the suggestion that he shouldn't be trusted for asking after pay up front, though he let Donall speak his piece first. "You've no reason to trust me, but asking after coin is hardly reason not to. And we've not a reason to trust you neither," he said, staring...

Tseg'Rhal Rhal knew humans liked bland food and that they couldn't drink worth a damn, but he had seen hatchlings quaff harder stuff and just wobble after their mother's ankles. He couldn't help but be embarrassed for Amisi, like she had been born with an intolerable sickness toward drink...

"Ahh!" Hugo returns with a smile, "the well-rehersed Latvian strategy of hiding behind your leader's skirts. Very well then!" Just to push a little further than he ought, Hugo added, "By-the-by, I didn't take Gvido for a Swede." His beard percolates with suppressed laughter, like a pot boiling...

Hugo Van Haan Hugo had left the 'Captain's Quarter's' and settled in with Old Zef, making small talk and working off a bottle of rum in the process. The girl who would be captain handled herself well enough; though Hugo for all his flamboyance actually preferred a bit of subtly in a captain...