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<blockquote data-quote="Lord Zardoz" data-source="post: 5128204" data-attributes="member: 704">Mardok absently takes a big gulp from the flagon that was given to him, before realizing that it has been filled with some kind of blood.&quot;What the hell is this crap?&nbsp; Do you really think of me as a miserable blood thirsty beast that I would want this?&quot;.&nbsp; Mardok gets to his feet, clenching his large scarred hands into tightly knotted fists.&nbsp; &quot;Did you take a look at me and thing 'oh look, a Half Orc.&nbsp; Rather then waste any ale or spirits on him, as if he were a normal person I think I will go out back and slaughter some random animal and serve him up a nice steaming mug of blood?&quot;At this point Mardok stops for a moment with everyone else in the room looking at him quizzically with a rather grim thought occurring to him &quot;This is animal blood right?&nbsp; Did you murder someone in the back area just to play this sick goddamn joke on me?&nbsp; I had a #*&amp;! mouthful of it, and it is warm.&nbsp; Did you just cut some miserable unlucky bastards throat and then come back out here and serve us drinks?&nbsp; What the unholy hell is wrong with you?&quot;&nbsp; Mardok shakes his head while looking warily at Arune, making ready for any sudden moves.&nbsp; He draws his Great Axe, and slams it into the floor, keeping it within easy reach, and then retakes his seat.&nbsp; He absently reaches over and grabs the milk jug and carefully looks into it, and then proceeds to drink the entire pitcher directly, all the while keeping a wary eye on Arune.END COMMUNICATION</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lord Zardoz, post: 5128204, member: 704"] Mardok absently takes a big gulp from the flagon that was given to him, before realizing that it has been filled with some kind of blood. "What the hell is this crap? Do you really think of me as a miserable blood thirsty beast that I would want this?". Mardok gets to his feet, clenching his large scarred hands into tightly knotted fists. "Did you take a look at me and thing 'oh look, a Half Orc. Rather then waste any ale or spirits on him, as if he were a normal person I think I will go out back and slaughter some random animal and serve him up a nice steaming mug of blood?" At this point Mardok stops for a moment with everyone else in the room looking at him quizzically with a rather grim thought occurring to him "This is animal blood right? Did you murder someone in the back area just to play this sick goddamn joke on me? I had a #*&! mouthful of it, and it is warm. Did you just cut some miserable unlucky bastards throat and then come back out here and serve us drinks? What the unholy hell is wrong with you?" Mardok shakes his head while looking warily at Arune, making ready for any sudden moves. He draws his Great Axe, and slams it into the floor, keeping it within easy reach, and then retakes his seat. He absently reaches over and grabs the milk jug and carefully looks into it, and then proceeds to drink the entire pitcher directly, all the while keeping a wary eye on Arune. END COMMUNICATION [/QUOTE]

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