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

[Gray Shade]

Wiliby rolls the words around in his mind and mouth, muttering them, "'I on the otherhand respect any man who speaks their mind honestly' Hmmm . . . So a person with something on their mind should just go ahead and say what they are thinking, despite the situation or consequence?" he wonders. "Would that be your claim, Delghar?"

 

[Gray Shade]

"Because it seems that that's just what Dagg and I were doing. Anyway, I'm done talking to you now. You have no patience and you're just a jerk and your beard smells like the hindside of a Gnoll." Wiliby goes back to drinking and this time really DOES ignore Delghar.

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Wiliby rolls the words around in his mind and mouth, muttering them, "'I on the otherhand respect any man who speaks their mind honestly' Hmmm . . . So a person with something on their mind should just go ahead and say what they are thinking, despite the situation or consequence?" he wonders. "Would that be your claim, Delghar?"

"Exactly"

"Because it seems that that's just what Dagg and I were doing. Anyway, I'm done talking to you now. You have no patience and you're just a jerk and your beard smells like the hindside of a Gnoll." Wiliby goes back to drinking and this time really DOES ignore Delghar.

Delghar roars with laughter at Wilby's childish remarks, wiping a tear from his eye
"Ack laddie, ya got fire in ya belly, no two doubts about that" still chuckling "I'm a little surprised though, that your aquainted with the smell of a Gnolls backside. It sounds like quite a story"

"Is anyone else going to speak up other than this young pup"
OOC: Delghar is a Dwarf with 6 Cha, so natuarally he always says exactly what he's thinking, regardless of the situation.

 

[Ferrix]

Dair listens to the raucous trio, preferring to keep himself quiet and out of it for now, he has himself buried in his ale.

 

[Lazlow]

"All this arguing... I just can't take it!" Dagg, having returned from looking for this information he kept hearing about, evidently had no luck of it and came back empty handed. He pulls at his hair as he cries out, then suddenly stops and looks around, quite bewildered.

"Wait a sec - are we in a bar, or outside?"

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OOC: Seriously, I can't tell.

 

[UniversalMonster]

Sharza stops. She has obviously not found any kobolds yet.

"I can't tell either..!"

Sharza starts to panic.

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OOC: That sunset.. it's just a cheap painted canvas backdrop! This house- nothing but a cardboard cutout!!

(draws weapon) A plastic toy!!!

 

[Lazlow]

Dagg continues to look around confused, and a look of paranoia creeps into his features. He leans in close to gnome and whispers, "Hey, friend Sharza... Do you ever get the feeling that someone, somewhere far, far away, is... I don't know... Sorta dictating every little thing we say? That they sit around, thinking up stuff, and whatever they want us to say, we say?"

 

[UniversalMonster]

Sharza stares blankly and starts to shiver.

"it's as if we're all just... foils.. characters..!"

 

[Gray Shade]

Wiliby feels like he's been lost in thought over that for almost a month. He slowly nods. " . . . yeaaaah . . . weird . . . "