Feint Whispers: The Burning Plague

[Tokiwong]

Jericho grabs Whitney by the waist...

"Time for me and you to get acquainted... lets say we skip the festivities and retreat to my private quarters for some real fun!!! Looks like you been cloistered up much too long with them there books..."

Jericho hoists a mug up sloppily... but despite his rowdyness, there is a waryness in his eye...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"What, what what?" Whitney says as she blushes and pulls free of his grasp. "I couldn't.. I've got all sorts of .. " she thinks quickly. "things to do! I'm to write my master and tell him what I'm doing, see into getting new spells, scribing down a scroll or two, I'm to conjure my familiar and ...my mother! I've been very lacking in writing my mothers.." pushes her glasses back up on her nose, her face a crimson blush from ear to ear.

 

[Tokiwong]

"What, what what?" Whitney says as she blushes and pulls free of his grasp. "I couldn't.. I've got all sorts of .. " she thinks quickly. "things to do! I'm to write my master and tell him what I'm doing, see into getting new spells, scribing down a scroll or two, I'm to conjure my familiar and ...my mother! I've been very lacking in writing my mothers.." pushes her glasses back up on her nose, her face a crimson blush from ear to ear.

Jericho shrugs...

"Your loss, I think I can give yah a better time then, those books and writing, but to each their own it is said!!!"

Jericho scoops up a local wench in his arms...

"How you doin...."

 

[Krug]

The dwarf rolls his eyes. Humans... they would breed like rabbits, he thinks.

"Aye off with you and your sword, Jericho," Bhartus says. "It needs a little oiling, wouldn't you say?"

 

[Talindra]

Ardoss sits quietly in a corner, nursing a drink, his eyes never leaving his so-called companions.

 

[Tokiwong]

The dwarf rolls his eyes. Humans... they would breed like rabbits, he thinks.

"Aye off with you and your sword, Jericho," Bhartus says. "It needs a little oiling, wouldn't you say?"

"My sword saved your arse... dwarf!!!!"

Jericho waves his hands making a big show of the recent events as he retells the tale once more, of how the 15 zombies and their Orcish necromantic lord tried to remove their souls...

 

[Krug]

Bhartus lets Jericho recite his tale. Obviously he'll leave out the part where half a dozen kobolds almost had us for mushroom mulch...

Bhartus turns to Ardoss. "Well half-orc... tell us more about yourself... And no, you do not have to owe me any blood debt. From a half-orc, a pint will do."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney looks over from her stack of books and sips her drink quietly as she watches the others brag and wench.

Men, it is just like my master said

 

[Talindra]

Ardoss lifts his eyes to hold Bhartus' gaze. "I'm not in the habit of thanking those who abandon me." he says, very low.

OOC HEY! Ardoss is neither bragging nor wenching, thank you very much.....

 

[Krug]

"Listen, Orc, we did what we could, but we did it, and you were pretty much useless throughout. You want to be a fighter, quit your sneaking around and concentrate on that big pigsticker of yours like Jericho. My role is NOT to go around healing you during combat, but if you're in need of a fix up after, I'll do my best. I tried to but got bashed by one of those walking dead, and then I had to heal myself first. Is that clear?"

Bhartus drinks deeply from his tankard.