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<blockquote data-quote="Dichotomy" data-source="post: 3937282" data-attributes="member: 12941">&quot;This is on your head then,&quot; Erdolliel responds as she slips off the road.Bazrim and Kushnak both cast their spells in preparation.&nbsp; Eskard waits for a fight to break out.Nethezar looks at Bazrim, and with the flat sarcasm that has come to be the cleric's hallmark, he jabs, &quot;Certainly, dwarf, you must clearly fear that you'll never have so grand a spell as you did against those lizardfolk.&nbsp; Probably, you are fearful that you will never reach that bar again.&quot;&nbsp; The scholar makes no such preparations, instead simply moving to the side.As the group of nine get closer, you see that it is eight young adult men and one middle-aged man.&nbsp; The elder wears the holy symbol of St. Cuthbert.&nbsp; The younger men, to be frank, strike the group as a bunch of rubes.Once they are within conversation distance (close enough to talk without shouting), the older addresses those of you still on the road, but not before giving the younger men a somewhat smug look.&quot;Travelers.&nbsp; Do we have the unconverted in our midst?&nbsp; Pray, folk, have you heard of the glory and honor to be found in the retribution of the Cudgel?&quot;&quot;Oh gods!&quot; Nethezar mutters loudly enough for all to hear.&nbsp; &quot;This is worse than bandits.&nbsp; Perhaps you should kill them...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dichotomy, post: 3937282, member: 12941"] [color=red]"This is on your head then,"[/color] Erdolliel responds as she slips off the road. Bazrim and Kushnak both cast their spells in preparation. Eskard waits for a fight to break out. Nethezar looks at Bazrim, and with the flat sarcasm that has come to be the cleric's hallmark, he jabs, [color=orange]"Certainly, dwarf, you must clearly fear that you'll never have so grand a spell as you did against those lizardfolk. Probably, you are fearful that you will never reach that bar again."[/color] The scholar makes no such preparations, instead simply moving to the side. As the group of nine get closer, you see that it is eight young adult men and one middle-aged man. The elder wears the holy symbol of St. Cuthbert. The younger men, to be frank, strike the group as a bunch of rubes. Once they are within conversation distance (close enough to talk without shouting), the older addresses those of you still on the road, but not before giving the younger men a somewhat smug look. [b]"Travelers. Do we have the unconverted in our midst? Pray, folk, have you heard of the glory and honor to be found in the retribution of the Cudgel?"[/b] [color=orange]"Oh gods!"[/color] Nethezar mutters loudly enough for all to hear. [color=orange]"This is worse than bandits. Perhaps you [i]should[/i] kill them..."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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