Dungeon of the Fire Opal, part 4

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Oh, and Murhid gets 8 hit points from Sollir's wand.

 

[Doppleganger]

"That is respectful, young lass! Ubaar here doesn't like being called by the d-word, so it's much friendlier to call him the same thing the priest does."

The elf nods in Jalon's direction, then continues.

"Let me explain it to you Kytess, perhaps you've forgotten already. You see, Ubaar's actually only half human. Thankfully for us, he's a rare breed that works for a good god rather than the evil forces of Gruumsh."

Ivellios frowns as if confused then turns from Kytess and faces Ubaar.

"So what does your kind call themselves anyway, Ubaar? Half-orc, half-human, or something completely different? What race are you?"

 

[reapersaurus]

[B"Put those boots to good use half-breed, kick that door down!" [/B]

"Ubaar knows where he'd LIKE to 'put these boots to good use'... " Ubaar grumbles, while weighing the 'junk' dagger in his hand, pondering how well it would fly into the elf's foot....

When the others are ready, he'll open the door to the opposite room.

 

[Murhid]

Murhid over hears the discussion inside, though does not heed, preferring to be reticent on the matter. He continues to stand against the wall of the bleak dark monastery.
"Would have been a humbling place this, pity time does wear." He says aloud. Takes a moment to absorb the force around him, and then turns his head sharply to the right, which makes a large cracking noise.
"This dust shall kill, nay a demon from the abyss." He sighs, and continues to wait.

 

[reapersaurus]

[BIvellios frowns as if confused then turns from Kytess and faces Ubaar.

"So what does your kind call themselves anyway, Ubaar? Half-orc, half-human, or something completely different? What race are you?" [/B]

"We call each other by our names.

Each of us in our tribe brings different strengths to the table.
What civil-ization would label us is not important.

The only 'label' Ubaar's concerned with is whether someone is labeled my 'friend' or my 'foe'.

If you Ubaar's friend, we'll fight, we'll sing, we'll dance, eat and laugh together." * Ubaar looks over at Kytess and flashes a very brief grin and soft look *

"If you Ubaar's foe - *Ubaar trains a very stern glance at Ivellios * - you die."

 

[reapersaurus]

"This dust shall kill, nay a demon from the abyss." He sighs, and continues to wait.

Ubaar annoyedly pays attention to the cryptic monk - "And what are you babbling about, 'Quiet One?"!?

 

[Murhid]

"Oneself is only commenting on the amount of chit chatter that occurs while one is in a destroyed monastery, seeking a certain stone, for a certain man...

Oh and just call the large one, Large One!!" Murhid again sighs.

 

[reapersaurus]

Ubaar blinks at Murhid.

"Who the hell is this 'Oneself'?!

Murhid, you feelin' OK?
You're talkin' awful funny..."

 

[Murhid]

"What is this hell? and why is oneself in it? I think the dust has gotten to you larger one..."

 

[Doppleganger]

Ubaar: "We call each other by our names."

"OK I understand. Your people call themselves the Bahyeeowernames. Funny name for a race, by hey, whatever you people prefer is fine by me."

Ubaar: "If you Ubaar's foe you die."

"Great, then kick open that door and let's start killing."

Ivellios slowly scrapes his blades together, making a eerie screetching sound.

"My foes always die too..."