Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch


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"Well," says Thromgril, "I wouldn't think that you're gonna improve our powers of persuasion, pointy." Smacking the contents of the cart with a big meaty hand, the dwarf shouts, "Unless we offer ya up inside this barrel. HAR HAR HAR!!!" Thromgril doubles over in the cart, laughing as they head down the hill. "This place looks pretty lonely, and ye might fetch a pretty coin! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!!"
 

As the party decends down the hill, a lookout shouts a call down to the group in a circle. The men get up and look towards the group, with the Huge man opening his eyes and scanning the area. Upon seeing the emblem on the shield and the face behind it, he gives a heavy glare and grips his claymore from his side, unsheathing it as he charges to the gate, stretching his sword arm out and pointing the blade directly at Skarsus' throat as they stop.

"Stop there Skarsus! Your not wanted in these parts, and it is only by the grace of Justico that I do not cut you down now. What brings your filthy hide here? You think that we have forgotten what you have done? NO! We have not!"

Pulling his blade away, he sheathes it and turns around, walking through his men as he stops near the campfire, pulling a small red dagger from the ground. He closely examines it and turns around to Skarsus, showing it to him.

"Remember this Skarsus? Probably not, considering your lack of loyalty to your brothers. This was the Dagger you retrieved from the Orc Cheiftain Jomarra, after we finished a 3 year campaign against his forces. You gave it to us, along with this oath, "Through the fires of hell we walk, to achieve what could not be done, for the mighty 23rd Devastators, the battle is never done."

He throws the blade to Skarsus and looks back up at him, clenching his fist, "You told us that you would never leave, that nothing broke our bond. And yet as soon as the King offers a new posting in the Royal Guard, you rush off! No explanation, nothing. WHY!!!"
 

((OOC: Before going down the hill, after listening to Thromgril))

Zar laughs quite unintentionally. "There is something about you, dwarf, that I like. Good for you." The sea elf chuckles to himself as the party makes their way down. When the man charges Skarsis, Zar-Begins the dweomer for a lightning bolt spell but stops when he realizes the man just has a bone to pick with the human. "I always knew that one was a problem." He thinks to himself.
 

"Now what? They are just stairing at each other... what is it with humans? At least with a dwarf you know what he's thinking because he can't keep it inside." Zar thinks to himself, wishing that something, ANYTHING would happen.
 


"SEE!!! That's what I was thinking, but the dwarf said it..." thinks Zar to himself as he tries to figure out an appropriate insult to sling at the human.
 

Looking at Skarsus, Ackalon smiles. Hell Horseman, I never realized that you were like me...giving up an oath for a much better paying position, waving down at the camp, and Definitly better company.
 

"Yes, much better company, Ackalon. Can you imagine the horror of being surrounded by humans every day, year in and year out?" Zar jests along with the half elf.
 

"Can you imagine the horror," bellows Thromgril, "that surrounds my loincloth?!?!? HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!!" The dwarf reels back and slaps his belly as he prone to in his moments of individualized humor.
 

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