City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[SelcSilverhand]

Lookspring ruminates on the offer to work for the Raddanor family. Despite his instinctual distaste for the water, which the voyage by ship is bound to involve, he sees no better opportunity offered. Hopping down from his bar stool he trots out the door and makes his way towards the docks.

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Prigruck Feng, Orc Barbarian

Prig, drinking heavily from his pint, turns his fat ugly head to look over his right shoulder to listen to the girl talk. He is visably sickened, to see a female speaking of adventure. He thinks for a moment on upturning a table to vent his rage, but then decides against it, he's already been turned out of two cities for similar incidents. Instead, he stands up and speaks, "Girl, you fight good? You walk in wilds? This Prig like to see!" He gives a short chuckle and sits down facing the group.



(ooc: don't take these comments personal plz! just RPing an orc!

 

[ajanders]

Nu...should have figured the bard wanted an entrance line

She walks around Michael and gives him a peck on the cheek before sitting down next to him.

The stone in Michael's hand abruptly sails across the bar like a tiddlywink, landing in front of Joe. A bright red blush spreads across his face and down his neck.
"Sorry about that Michael. I should have said something, but I saw a pretty shiny chain shirt and wanted to buy it. I figure it will come in handy on the next adventure. You will be coming along won't you?" She asks, tilting her head and looking at him sweetly.[/QUOTE]
"Yes?" Michael squeaks, and takes a large sip of his tea in a desperate attempt to hide his confusion. Despite the fact his mug has been empty for the past ten minutes, it seems to help him.
"Pardon me..." He loosens his scale hauberk. "It seems to have gotten a little warm in here. Must be the tea."
Joe comes over soberly, bearing the rock on a napkin-covered tray.
"Your rock, sir." he declaims in a rich plummy tone.
"Err, yes. Thank you." Michael replies sheepishly, and puts the rock back in his belt pouch.
"And the answer to that is, possibly. It would depend on whether you had someplace special to go. Have you got any suggestions, or shall we just wait until it is time to not wait?"
Right, Michael. Way to sound like a spiritual figure.

 

[gogo_jerrick]

The stone in Michael's hand abruptly sails across the bar like a tiddlywink, landing in front of Joe. A bright red blush spreads across his face and down his neck.
"Yes?" Michael squeaks, and takes a large sip of his tea in a desperate attempt to hide his confusion. Despite the fact his mug has been empty for the past ten minutes, it seems to help him.
"Pardon me..." He loosens his scale hauberk. "It seems to have gotten a little warm in here. Must be the tea."
Joe comes over soberly, bearing the rock on a napkin-covered tray.
"Your rock, sir." he declaims in a rich plummy tone.
"Err, yes. Thank you." Michael replies sheepishly, and puts the rock back in his belt pouch.

Prig, after asking the girl her of her ability, turns and asks Michael, "And you, you big. Not as big as Prig, but big for small human. Why you so shy? Bare arms, grit teeth, be man! Is none strong as Prig?" He looks back and forth between Michael and the woman, with a strange look on his face. "Woman fights, big man sits. Weird land......huumph." At that he sits back down visably confused and scratches his head. He shrugs his shoulders, downs another ale, and waits.

 

[Bront]

"What are these rules, Vanitri?"

Check out Post 535

On that line, Ros walks in with a few new items and a few less ones. She walks up to Vanitri and swats him lightly in the back of the head. "Oh so you think you know us 'women folk' eh big brother?"

"I know enough ta make sure you're far away next time I say something like that." Vanitri smirks.

 

[Bront]

Instead, he stands up and speaks, "Girl, you fight good? You walk in wilds? This Prig like to see!" He gives a short chuckle and sits down facing the group

"Well, the fans in Earling seemed quite thrilled with her Pit fights." Vanitri says to Prig.

 

[Patlin]

Ironwolf Kinkaid, Human Psychic Warrior 2

"Prig, the strength of your body may be great, but you can never obtain your true potential unless you bring your mind and body into full alignment. Perhaps you should meditate?"

To Vanitri's response, Ironwolf blinks, thinking You mean that's the whole rule?

When Rosalyn enters, Ironwolf greets her gravely.

"I am glad to see you have arrived my lady. Now that we are all assembled, perhaps some offer of employment shall arise."

 

[gogo_jerrick]

"Prig, the strength of your body may be great, but you can never obtain your true potential unless you bring your mind and body into full alignment. Perhaps you should meditate?"

"You say big words, small man. What Prig knows is Prig strong, and any more "mind" than Prig use in battle is wasted space." Prig, having to think that hard to come up with a response, is once again visably confused, grabbing his head as if in pain. He jumps up as if to start a fight. But a voice from Joe stops him dead in his tracks. "Sorry, Prig head hurt. Prig itchin for fight, too. You, little man (pointing at ironwolf kincaid), you talk big words, and walk big path. Prig no see you be big man yet. You show Prig someday, on battlefield." Prig orders yet another ale, but Joe cuts him off, "You've had three one after another and you're gettin a bit too ansy for my tastes. Slow down or get out." Prig drops his head and mutters a small, "Sorry"

 

[ajanders]

"Prig, the strength of your body may be great, but you can never obtain your true potential unless you bring your mind and body into full alignment. Perhaps you should meditate?"

"Hey, that's supposed to be my line!"
Michael puts his tongue firmly in his cheek and winks at Ironwolf.
"So who started you on meditation, anyway?"

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Prig, orc barbarian

"Well, the fans in Earling seemed quite thrilled with her Pit fights." Vanitri says to Prig.

"Me know battle at Earling! She make it no wounds? Or she get wounds? Wounds make man strong, big, ready for all!" Previously leaning his shield against his arm, Prig rests it against the bar and pulls his arm out, showing all who look a nasty scar that runs from the top of his left wrist all the way up underneath his armor. The scar seems two inches wide in length and a little more than an inch deep. It looks as if someone had taken a hammer and chisel down his arm several times. "People try make Prig small. They take Prig's arm and cut it real deep. Prig no get small, Prig change. Prig no need little weapon when he use big shield now!"