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Berserker Bill pulls out his knife to slit the throat of the Captain, because quite frankly, he's had it with the whole thing--Dudley be damned--when some sort of giant brute comes in asking about a Sherriff. (oh, now, you know Bill wouldn't cut a man's throat in cold blood!) Bill puts his...

I, too, am back from GenCon. I understand that you ran out of slots before getting to my guy--players with experience in the campaign before new guys. If someone drops or something and you need me just let Lazlow know and he can get hold of me. Maybe things'll work out better in another game...

Sorry to hear about the other adventure, Lazlow. Add away as far as I'm concerned. As for GenCon: I'll look for you at True Heroes. I hear it's going to be quite cool--better than True Dungeon, even. I know exactly how you feel, Desert. :]

Seeing the Captain faint dead away . . . again . . . Berserker Bill drops into a deep reflection. Why's he bothering? This is an awful lot of work just to get that Orb. Heck, it's a lot of work just to get out of this little town. He wonders what his compatriots are doing at that moment...

OH! Go gettem guys! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! You don't have to take their refusal to bow to your will and whims! Stick 'em once for me! Er, I mean, yes, defend yourselves bravely, and loot . . . er . . . honorably? And then bravely fill their clothing with rocks and push their bodies off the dock...

Berserker Bill turns to the woman, and gently (or strongly, if necessary) helps her back to her feet and back out the door. "Always a pleasure, Madam Pisspot, but we have the Duke's business to discuss. Important matters. You understand." Once that's done . . . (OOC: do I have any...

I can sympathize. I recently found my liesure suit and white dancing shoes, and have since lost tracts of time under the disco ball. (I wish! :uhoh: )

Hey again. I've got a weird work schedule, so that I cannot post on Sunday-Mondays. Hope my character's still being considered for play. If so, I'd go for a war dog as a mount, and other than the boots of striding and leaping and pretty typical magic equipment for a paladin...

Berserker Bill helps the Captain right himself, and says, "Reward? No, my dear sir. I'm here inquiring about Sir Dudley. I am a representative of the Duke, who seeks Sir Dudley's service. Could you perhaps point me in his direction? Any help would be greatly appreciated."

Thanks, Ferrix. The Ape didn't really fit in, but I figured I'd ask. Alrighty, well, I'll take a look over the animal companion stuff and come up with something else. Dog could work . . .

Ferrix, I went ahead and made up my guy. He's got everything except magic items, Animal Companion/Special Mount (I'd still like an Ape mount if possible!) and I haven't figured up his encumbrance (no need until he has all his items). Oh, and I didn't do Vitality Points since I wasn't sure...

"Oh, you panty-waist piece of crap! Can nothing on this job go easy? Wake up!" Berserker Bill lowers his voice and grabs the wine and splashes it on Phyfe's face. He then shakes the captain a little, and scrambles to get his torture tools back in his pack before the woman comes in. If he...

Hello again, Ferrix. Here's a rough sketch of my guy. You got a whole lot of interested souls in this game already, but hopefully you can find space for me. I'll be sending a more filled out guy as I have him finished. He's sort of the "Escaped Slave Turned Liberator" type: a Halfling...

Berserker Bill takes the paper numbly, letting an appaled expression settle over his face. He expected the reward, not the job itself, and besides, he's got bigger fish to fry. One of his meaty fists wraps tightly over the paper and the other opens and backhands the goblet out of the Captain's...

Hi Ferrix! Can I get in on this game? Lazlow and I have gamed together before and he was telling me about this, and it just sounds so cool! I'm not sure exactly what KIND of character I'd make, but I'd like to try something unique to the game world, and I could respond pretty quickly if need...

Berserker Bill snaps to attention in front of the man's desk, then relaxes to "at ease" and declares, "Sheriff Berserker Bill reporting on behalf of the Duke's royal Ranger Corps! Are you the Captain of the Guard for this his majesty's town of Lizard's Pit?" He then cocks his eyes toward the...

Berserker Bill pushes his way brusquely into the Captain's building. If the guard moves or so much as seems to notice, Berserker Bill hollers (that's right, hollers) at him, "I've important business with the Captain!" and keeps on going. (OOC: HAHA!! I don't know why the mosquito line is...

Well, shoot. I was really looking forward to Speaker doing something cool. Good luck out there, Branding. I'll try to get in on one of your adventures sometime if you don't mind. See you around!

"What a shame," Berserker Bill says thoughtfully. "An adventure-maker, eh? Wonder if we'll ever end up in any of the adventures he creates. Ha ha ha. Well, he always was an odd one. Shame, nonetheless." Berserker Bill rolls up the paper neatly, then throws it over his shoulder and jogs...

"I'll be as quick as I can!" Berserker Bill double-times it to the Captain 'o the Guards shack.