Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[taitzu52]

Thromgril snores loudly in the back of Derrik's cart through most of the journey. The spiked haired dwarf is usually pretty oblivious to others opinions of him, and surely due to his storytelling and poor attitude towards weight management, the men of Cristen's battalion surely think this dwarf as comic relief with an axe. But the group from Skyrium probably hasn't forgotten what happened to the bounty hunter so easily. Thromgril sleeps, and offers little in the way of wisdom, tactical advise, or good conversation. But of course, the nature his real skills lie elsewhere....his axe is never far.

Peering over the cart at the hamlet, Thromgril inanely comments, "What is dis place? A mere thorpe with a ed'fice like dat in d'middle? Hrrumph." Thromgril turns back around, waiting for wiser men to make their move.

 

[Vendetta]

"I can only assume that these humans know where they are going. I have not ever been here... but then, I could be giving them too much credit." Zar says to Thromgril

 

[ferretguy]

Riding up to the horseman, Ackalon suggests Well, been doing a bit of thinking Skar..catching a bit of dust from the trail he hawks and spits, If these guys won't come out or let us in after we've stated what we're here for, givin a bit of time I can probably get us in..haven't met a window or door I couldn't open yet..

 

[deadestdai]

Frowning at the half-man, Skarsus replies. You will stay your swarthy hands and remain with the rest of us, brigand. I suspected you for what you are soon after we first met! I am sure the peoples of this temple will allow us entry with only an honest and polite request. Narrowing his eyes at Ackalon for emphasis, the horseman then turns off to gallop off to the head of the group, ready to address whoever might be waiting.

 

[taitzu52]

"Well if stealth and a'lock pickery fail," says Thromgril as he thumbs the blade of his axe, "we can always go to plan B!" He scrapes his thumb some more against the blade, making a scratching sound on his calluses. Noticing the looks he's getting, he says, "Ya din't bring me 'long fer me charming dance steps, now did ya?!?!"

 

[Vendetta]

"What got up the human's hind end? Showing off in front of his friends, I guess." Zar quips to no one in particular.

 

[ferretguy]

A honest heart and a polite request..Ackalon replies as the fool rides off, along with a couple of gold coins will probably get you a woman for the night shaking his head he thinks to himself that taking this job had better be worth putting up with this obvious bumpkin...then again he'll probably not notice if a bit extra gold is missing from this temple....hmmm the possiblities....

 

[Vendetta]

"Honesty? To a woman? Riiiiight... Like that ever got a man anywhere." Zar says after overhearing Ackalon

 

[ferretguy]

Turning toward Zar, Ackalon smiles Yeh...yer probably right about that, moneys th'thing they're mainly interested in...or power.Looking off to the riding human Of course, someday our fearless leader may find that out.

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik merely huffs and remains quiet upon his wagon, he waits for the human to get them in. Generally ignoring the withering banter of the half-elf and the elf, although when Thromgril mentions being brought along for his dance steps, Derrik nearly rolls off of his perch in a moment of laughter.