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Marot the Wasted
"HAHAHAHA," the warlock laughs as he sees the half-orc choke down his cocktail.
"Don't worry fine Ladreth -- the drinks in this place are about as palatable as the food our fine 'Lord' Sergei proffers in his manse."
"I have my doubts about him....," his voice trails off as he takes a deep sip of his wine.
"Perhaps soon we shall confront him once and forall to find out which side he stands for in our battle versus the vampires and various other undead in this realm...."
He hoists his goblet into the air and proclaims,"To our Lord Sergei!"
"HAHAHAHA," the warlock laughs as he sees the half-orc choke down his cocktail.
"Don't worry fine Ladreth -- the drinks in this place are about as palatable as the food our fine 'Lord' Sergei proffers in his manse."
"I have my doubts about him....," his voice trails off as he takes a deep sip of his wine.
"Perhaps soon we shall confront him once and forall to find out which side he stands for in our battle versus the vampires and various other undead in this realm...."
He hoists his goblet into the air and proclaims,"To our Lord Sergei!"