Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch
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DralonXitz
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As the two Soldiers shake hands again, shouts are heard as men bring out 12, large black kegs of Ale, laying them out and pulling mugs out of cupboards. One of the smaller soldiers pulls out a Lute and begins to play a festive melody.
The hours pass by into the darkness of the night, drowned away by gallons of fine Mieran Ale. Thromgril sits near the fire, discussing the chemical properties of the finest Dwarven Ale. Derrik lays passed out near a tent, his beard covered in liquid. Skarsus and Cristen laugh the night away, discussing past battles that they fought together.
On the other side of the fire, near the Lute player, Ackalon and Zar sit together, sipping at Ale, when a large man falls onto Zar, singing, "Oh hail the Gods, they make me strong, I won't be able to stand up long....".
The hours pass by into the darkness of the night, drowned away by gallons of fine Mieran Ale. Thromgril sits near the fire, discussing the chemical properties of the finest Dwarven Ale. Derrik lays passed out near a tent, his beard covered in liquid. Skarsus and Cristen laugh the night away, discussing past battles that they fought together.
On the other side of the fire, near the Lute player, Ackalon and Zar sit together, sipping at Ale, when a large man falls onto Zar, singing, "Oh hail the Gods, they make me strong, I won't be able to stand up long....".
taitzu52
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"Surely 'tis a ruse." exclaims Thromgril as he uses his forearm to wipe spilt ale off of his matted moustache, "If'n d'enemy believes dat this station is drunk 'n unawares, then they'll attack, and ........BOOM!", yells the dwarf, waving his arms in the air, spilling what little was left of his ale on the ground. "Any warrior wit a lick of training c'n fight as well drunk as e'can sober.", he says, slapping his belly, which not coincidentally, is full of ale. Thromgril continues to demonstrate just how unfit for leadership he truly is on into the night. Forgetting completely that Skarsus is talking with their leader, he continually asks anyone who will talk to him if they are in charge, and when they will be riding out to....well, he's kind of fuzzy on those details, but he knows that cracking skulls is involved, as he explains. He passes out (as always, when he is ready to pass out), and snores loudly until prodded to wakefulness. If left alone, that could be weeks.
DralonXitz
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The night of endless drinking continues on, with loud singing, dancing, and completly wasted dwarves making their presence very well known. Finally, as the sun comes up, Cristen wakes up to see the entire camp passed out, everyone except for Skarsus.
Walking over to Skarsus, he kneels beside him and softly says, "So Skarsus, what got you into this mess? Zakor, not exactly the warmest reception there as of recently."
Skarsus, spinning his sword on the ground as he looks down calmly replies, "Some business with a wizard in Skyrium. You know the kind."
Cristen laughs loudly and pats him on the back, standing up as he begins to kick his men in the ribs to awaken them.
"Ah yes lad, yes I do. Well, I best get this rowdy bunch up soon, it will take a bit of time for those hangovers to wear off." As he walks away, the men, one by one, begin to awaken.
Walking over to Skarsus, he kneels beside him and softly says, "So Skarsus, what got you into this mess? Zakor, not exactly the warmest reception there as of recently."
Skarsus, spinning his sword on the ground as he looks down calmly replies, "Some business with a wizard in Skyrium. You know the kind."
Cristen laughs loudly and pats him on the back, standing up as he begins to kick his men in the ribs to awaken them.
"Ah yes lad, yes I do. Well, I best get this rowdy bunch up soon, it will take a bit of time for those hangovers to wear off." As he walks away, the men, one by one, begin to awaken.
Vendetta
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Only needed four hours of meditation and some time going over his spell book, Zar-Vroxiar has been well ready for the day. He's spent the last couple hours looking off into the horizon and thinking. But seeing life again in the camp, he heads in the direction of Skarsus and Cristen.
taitzu52
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Thromgril snores loudly. He never dreams when he's been drinking, probably why the dwarf takes to drinking when it suits him. As always, this slayer can sleep through just about anything. Bumpy cart rides, combat, stampedes; it really takes someone addressing him directly to wake him (usually meaning a sharp kick to the ribs). The only exception to this rule is the smell of food. This will usually get the surly dwarf to eventually grumble to wakefulness. Much to most civilized folks' surprise, Thromgril is NEVER hung over.
"Hurrm. Hooo.", he says as he rises to his feet, and scratches his back side. "Is that rashers I be smellin'?", he says, sniffing the air, and heading towards any visible fire. He'll find Skarsus and try to figure out how long they'll be staying, but the dwarf is ever eager to move on.
"Hurrm. Hooo.", he says as he rises to his feet, and scratches his back side. "Is that rashers I be smellin'?", he says, sniffing the air, and heading towards any visible fire. He'll find Skarsus and try to figure out how long they'll be staying, but the dwarf is ever eager to move on.
deadestdai
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Skarsus was glad that the previous day's confrontation hadn't escalated into a situation that could have become quite deadly for all parties involved. Cristen, whilst an able warrior was in Skarsus opinion, far too hot-headed and quick to take offense to make a good leader. On more than one mission disaster had been kept at bay through hurried on-the-spot planning to cope with the man's prideful shortcomings.
Skarsus shook his head. Still, the company is still here, AND in full compliment. I'm sure that Cristen has done his best nonetheless.
The young officer turned to watch the camp awaken, his former borther's-in-arms rising swiftly (If a little groggily) with the same military urgency that he had instilled in them when he had been in charge quite a contrast to the lazy rising of his new companions. He had hardly slept himself, and the little rest he had found had been fitful and ridden with nightmares of his family's murder. So after only a few hours of rest, the warrior had spent the remainder of the night planning the journey ahead.
Breakfast was a welcome break from his thoughts and he eagerly swallowed the hot bacon and salted breads available. Just as he was about to head up for a second cup of hot brew, he saw both Thromgril and the elven wizard headed his way and waited to see what they had to say.
Skarsus shook his head. Still, the company is still here, AND in full compliment. I'm sure that Cristen has done his best nonetheless.
The young officer turned to watch the camp awaken, his former borther's-in-arms rising swiftly (If a little groggily) with the same military urgency that he had instilled in them when he had been in charge quite a contrast to the lazy rising of his new companions. He had hardly slept himself, and the little rest he had found had been fitful and ridden with nightmares of his family's murder. So after only a few hours of rest, the warrior had spent the remainder of the night planning the journey ahead.
Breakfast was a welcome break from his thoughts and he eagerly swallowed the hot bacon and salted breads available. Just as he was about to head up for a second cup of hot brew, he saw both Thromgril and the elven wizard headed his way and waited to see what they had to say.
ferretguy
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Shifting under his blanket, Ackalon winced as the 400th rock gouged into his already tormented ribs. Grumbling to himself about the lack of enough alchohol to grant good rest on warmth suching ground, he hears the rest of the camp coming to wakefullness. Shaking the sleep out of his eyes he gets up and tries to stretch his body good enough to get the crick out of his back and neck (sleepin outdoors was never his forte...), then he heads down to where the others seem to be gathering for breakfast....(Course it'll be cold and/or overcooked gruel....thats all these soldiers seem to eat when their out guarding the border He thinks to himself all the while muttering about talking to the horseman about where the nearest inn could be found in this region...)
