Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch


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"Humans in themselves can be entertaining...but those soldier types Ackalon shudders "between their march this way salute that way...now thats the real horror...
Sniffing Ackalon turns to the dwarf Hades Thromgril, one does not have to imagine it...just stand downwind after you've quaffed several pints o'that dwarven ale and one can experiance it!"
 

Ignoring his companions' attempts at ridicule, Skarsus dismounts and, after tethering Palientha to the wagon's railing, bends to pick up the Orc Dagger and walks over to his former squad-mates.

Cristen, I made that oath. I made it with an honest heart. I stayed with the Devastators for four months after the campaign ended. He swept his gaze across all of his former comrades in arms. The truth is, that we ALL made an oath to our king and country first and foremost. A man's word is only as good as the action he is ready to put behind it. I served with you men, then my king sent for me and now I am serving him, as I had promised - before I made my oath to you all. And I do believe, that no man here would have done otherwise were he in my place. We are all loyal to our King and Country above all else, yes?

He offered the dagger back to Cristen, handle first.

I will return. But only when OUR king releases me back to regular duty. Until then, I would expect you all to respect my decisions.
 

Cristen glares at him and takes the dagger back, offering out his hand to him in brothership. Nodding, he concedes, "Yes brother, I suppose you are right. To King and Country first, forever. Forgive me, it was the fury from a bloodless month that led me to such vile foolishness."

He turns his head over to his Luitenent, and orders, "Thomer, get out the Ale, and lots of it! Tonight, we drink to a hero!"
 

"About time..." Zar mumbles to himself, glad that the silly humans have finally come to some understanding and have moved onto the more important matters at hand... washing away a long and difficult travel.
 

"Finally lad... eh... did he say ale? Alrighty! Down we go..." snapping the reins he spurs the mule drawing the wagon down to the group. Taking in the group of men with a warm eye, Derrik grins as he sees ale kegs being broken out for drinking, "I knew I heard 'em say to break out the ale."
 

"HAH!", yells Thromgril, "I knew this wasn't a waste of time. Ye just need some faith, laddies!" Thromgril joins Derrik in eyeing up the casks of ale, smacking his lips in anticipation.
 

Aye, I could use a good drink myselfAckalon acknowledges as they head over to where the ale is being brought out At least as long as its free...
 

"What's the possibility that these humans actuallly have drinkable ale?" Zar quips to the dwarves who appear so excited about the ale.
 


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