Dungeon Crawl Classics, Ch. 1: The Lost Vault of Tsathzar Rho

[Ferrix]

Dair rolls his eyes, "perhaps you could en-mute yourself as well for a moment before the rest of us de-vivify ourselves," he says to the half-orc. "And, no, I don't like figs."

 

[UniversalMonster]

A savage looking female gnome with a pair of tufted scalp-locks, dressed in rusty scale mail and a ragged fur cloak finally speaks up.

"I know a thing or two about getting along in the wild. A thing or two anyhow, but I can't track. We'll have to go out and search on our own. Someone might know where the kobolds lair.."

OOC: it seems we should ask around town if anyone knows where the kobolds or ogres might lair. Sorry I was late everyone.

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Dair rolls his eyes, "perhaps you could en-mute yourself as well for a moment before the rest of us de-vivify ourselves," he says to the half-orc. "And, no, I don't like figs."

Hearing Dair's retort to the Hal-Orc, Delghar lets out a hearty chuckle.

Giving Dair a tunderous blow to his back (in a friendly fashion), Delghar wipes a tear from his eye as his body continues to shake with mirth, Delghar speaks in Dwarven to Dair "Well said Laddie, well said"

 

[Ferrix]

Dair lets out a deep laugh, replying in dwarven, "just making the giant stumble," making reference to a dwarven idiom about pulling a clever trick.

 

[Lazlow]

Dair rolls his eyes, "perhaps you could en-mute yourself as well for a moment before the rest of us de-vivify ourselves," he says to the half-orc. "And, no, I don't like figs."

Dagg stares at the Halfling for a second or two, a profoundly puzzled look on his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, "I didn't get half of what you said. Were you speaking Common or Small Folk? I don't speak Small Folk."

 

[Lazlow]

A savage looking female gnome with a pair of tufted scalp-locks, dressed in rusty scale mail and a ragged fur cloak finally speaks up.

"I know a thing or two about getting along in the wild. A thing or two anyhow, but I can't track. We'll have to go out and search on our own. Someone might know where the kobolds lair.."

OOC: it seems we should ask around town if anyone knows where the kobolds or ogres might lair. Sorry I was late everyone.

"Ah, another of the Small Folk! And quite hearty, too, I see, like myself! Welcome? Tell me, friend, do you like figs?"

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Delghar gets noticably more and more annoyed everytime he hears Dagg speak.

With a murderous scowl on his face Delghar address the Half Orc with obvious irritation in his voice "Shut your trap Orky I've had enough of your confounded foolishness already"

Delghar momentarily closes his eyes and pinches the end of bridge of his nose, within moments Delghars face seem to lose a lot of it's redness.

In a much more reasonably voice Delghar speaks to Dagg "I don't know about the rest of the team, but if you.." Delghar points his stubby figure at Dagg's face "don't learn to speak more sense quickly, you'll end up stuck in this dirt hole, while the rest of us go exploring"

Looking around the rest of the group "Is it just me, or do the rest of you fell like throttling this confounded half breed everytime he opens his trap"

 

[Lazlow]

With a murderous scowl on his face Delghar address the Half Orc with obvious irritation in his voice "Shut your trap Orky I've had enough of your confounded foolishness already"

"Oh, but friend Dwarf, I have no trap on my person. The tracker, now, I'll be he would have a trap. You know, for the furs and the skins and what-not." Dagg gives a toothy, tusky smile to Delghar as the Dwarf calms himself down.

Delghar momentarily closes his eyes and pinches the end of bridge of his nose, within moments Delghars face seem to lose a lot of it's redness.

In a much more reasonably voice Delghar speaks to Dagg "I don't know about the rest of the team, but if you.." Delghar points his stubby figure at Dagg's face "don't learn to speak more sense quickly, you'll end up stuck in this dirt hole, while the rest of us go exploring"

"Exploring! Why, I love exploring! Caves, mostly. I'm what you'd call a spelunker. No stranger to spelunknitude I, oh no. I partake of the spelunkage at every opportunity! There not being many caves in the immediate vicinity - or townspeople, it seems - I'd suggest we find one of these 'trackers' I've heard much about of late. Tell me, my embeardened friend, are you a tracker?"

 

[Lord_Raven88]

"Oh, but friend Dwarf, I have no trap on my person. The tracker, now, I'll be he would have a trap. You know, for the furs and the skins and what-not." Dagg gives a toothy, tusky smile to Delghar as the Dwarf calms himself down.



"Exploring! Why, I love exploring! Caves, mostly. I'm what you'd call a spelunker. No stranger to spelunknitude I, oh no. I partake of the spelunkage at every opportunity! There not being many caves in the immediate vicinity - or townspeople, it seems - I'd suggest we find one of these 'trackers' I've heard much about of late. Tell me, my embeardened friend, are you a tracker?"

I'm gonna kill him, by Hanseaths Forge I'm gonna kill him

Delghars face flushes red with rage, a vein in Delghars neck begins to swell and trob noticably, his breath seems to be coming hard and fast. With shaking hands he releases his Great Axe from it's straps, holding it firmly in his calloused white knuckled hands, Delghar takes a step closer to Dagg.

Speaking in a barely controlled voice, and with spittle spraying from his mouth as Delghar growls out each word.

"STOP"

"Talking"

Varitably shaking with rage, Delghar manages to restrain his temper by the slimest margins.

 

[Lazlow]

A look of happy surprise springs to Dagg's face. "By my very word, that's exactly what Pebbles has been telling me lately. He thinks I've been overactive, I've just told him that nothing's changed, everything's the same. Then he says that it's not the same since I started drinking nearly a half-gallon of Barstuck's Brew every morning. It's expensive, yes, but I just can't seem to get myself to stop. Of course, I can never order the amount I want because they use such weird words for measurement... Oh well, no matter. Have you every tried it, my spittle spraying compatriot? It's quite good. Here, have a taste, it'll put some color back into your knuckles, there." At this Dagg pulls out a stoppered flask and offers it to Delghar.