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Lehko snatches whatever nearby implement is available, be it fork, dagger, table knife, what have you, spears the hunk of meat, pauses a moment to let the smell of the juices waft into his nose. Then with yes, a smile almost, relishes in a mouthful of the foreign meat. He chews, and swallows...

Enjoy your "compact, dry, high energy" foods. Me? i'm havin' goblin steak, medium-rare. Who knows? Maybe this is a line in to the Eater of Monsters PrC, or whatever it is called. Edit: I would mention, that I did to attempt to slay the other goblins, the ones being flayed, not ours. Just to...

I'd like to point out, that the goblins were gonna be eaten anyhow, and I doubt anybody was comfortable with their tenderizing technique. Besides, it's been, what, 16 hours? 12 since our little feast at the inn? I'm hungry.

Lehko stands stiffly when Yusdrayl asks our future plans. He stalks tword the goblin prisoners and shoves the kobolds aside, drawing his short sword. "I plan to eat. Enough play." He then, providing that none of the kobolds are foolish enough to try to stop him, commences to swiftly and...

Which leads me to wonder, how many Orcish races did you come across?

I've just gotten in to Wow, and I've been playing CoH for... gods, 10 months. I enjoy both. I do derive a dizzying ammount of satisfaction from 8 man teams going in and wiping out 50 council. The best part of it is that it's not a time sink, like a few others I could mention. I can continue to...

Lehko steps closer to Jiar, as if to give him council. And indeed, he does. "Feyfriend," he whispers, "We are light on provisions. I suggest we barter the prisoners with Yusdrayl for light, food, perhaps a night under their roof."

Lehko is somewhat startled. He remains silent, however he does pass Kuma a sidelong glance of mixed admiration, genuine pleasure, and a sort of exasperation.

You're the optimistic sort, aren't you?

Well... sort of. I do have my spells back. :D But really, somewhat more direct, and to the point. Finesse with a club type thing.

Lehko steps forward, beside Jair, and places a hand on his shoulder. "The matter of the wyrmling has been decided Old One, among the proper authorities. Lord Calcryx is rightful heir to the Citidel of Ashandralon, and will take his proper place. It is not a matter for discussion. Cages can hold...

Lehko will be glad to fill in. Just be ready though, he tends to rely on.... barbarian diplomacy.

I've been there. I once turned it down to finish the fire level of Shinobi for the PS2. Of my geekiest moment? I have several to date. Just today when browsing idly through the merzo.net ship guide, I commented "Ha. Halo is bigger than Unicron!". Just last weekend I was walking down the street...

Fully aware that they have little no idea what he is saying, Lehko turns to the three prisoners in the corner. He points tword the floor, "Stay put," he puts his fingers to his lips, "And quiet," he then points at Calcryx and chomps his teeth loudly, "And I'll ask him not to eat you." Regarding...

Yeah, probably a good idea to keep the weapons off to the side for now until we get them up and concious. ... And maybe tie up the barbarian. Just for a little while!

Lehko grins wickedly. "I like your thinking. Okay. Only one of us is needed for that. Who goes? Maybe you should stay back with Terrek and the others, to keep camp."

"Jair, can't we leave everything back there. I'm the more mobile of the two of us, you should stay and watch these three anyhow. If Calcryx will agree to stay here, and make sure our agreement isn't broken (meaning death by goblin), I can take Terrek and gather the equipment." He kneels next to...

Before picking up Jerek, Lehko steps over to the fallen Meepo, and gently closes his frost encrusted eyes with his fingers. If he sees anything personal yet insignificant to the little one, he will take it as a momento. "Sleep well Keeper of Dragons." He stoops near Jerek, and bracing him in the...

"I will hold you to your word, Dragon." Lehko steps tword the wall, and slaps it open handed, dissipating the charge he held into the stonework. He will aid the others in whatever way, and when he has a clear moment will gather the scales that fell, and whatever blood he can soak up into one of...

Hahahaha. I notice Calcryx only agreed when Jair said he'd call off Terrek, which, if I recall, was the only combatant to actually draw blood. :D Which reminds me. Are those few scales and blood still on the floor/wherever they fell?