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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 5512420" data-attributes="member: 99953">[sblock=OoC]I like making large posts though, also, when I need to make essays that are at least so long, being to drop a few pages on a whim is handy <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":P" title="Stick out tongue    :P"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":P" />That said, good to know :3…Also, Alex is thinking Alden is a twige to be bent about his pinky finger because of that remark, XD[Note: Alex places the most value on the most recent events, meaning this outlook might change very soon ^_^][/sblock]   Alexander chuckled lightly to himself as Alden spoke, he was tempted to make a bet with himself over which was ‘really’ simpler, this man or the dog men. But alas he still needed to question the dwarf while he was there.  'I'll have to antagonize Alden latter after Martomum is gone...' Alexander cackled to himself, the day, aside from the smell, relay was geting better and better as far as he was considered.Alexander looked down at Martomum, still smiling smugly; he was trying to decide if the dwarf was just being forgetful or was trying to avoid the questions. It was also interesting that the dwarf did not take interest in that he could speak dwarven or any of his questions. But the Dwarf did ask him if he had anything left to say, and it would be rude not to answer.Alexander’s smile turned to a grin and tweaked to the side and turned devious; his glistening teeth, along with his golden inner irises, pierced the shadow that was still obscuring his face.“well,” Alexander started while rising both hands to either side of his face, palm open and facing Martomum  with his fingers pointing upwards before he secured his third and fourth fingers against his thumbs, leaving only his index and middle fingers still stretched upwards. “only” Alexander continued while making the two sets of two fingers contract, once before and once after, he spoke the word mockingly. He was going to fulfill the meaning of the word but perhaps trample the general meaning.Without even allowing enough time for his hands to fall down Alexander perked his head up, dispelling the shadow that hid it and steamed onwards.“that I would like to Know how much weight you would think my word will have with them, can they be expected to charge and or disengage as ordered. What could I do to make them respect me as they seem to do you. Which Gnolls hold a position over that of mere scout or warrior; what do these individuals look like and were can they be found. What would you figure would win, one of these Gnolls or a Treyloran Elf. What side do you figure would win between a group of ten Gnolls and a group of ten Elves. Do these Gnolls see deception, guile and trickery as a virtue, a sin or are they simply indifferent to it. What is their mindset on battle, do they think it is best to die honorably in battle, to simply survive, to win nomatter the means needed, or maybe something else. Just how easily can the enemy brake them in combat.” Alexander nonchalantly prattled before his brow flared with chirping whimsy“Would they bother bathing if they were asked or just laugh.” he commented before going back to the rest of his monologue  without breaking stride but with more spring in his words.“What mission could have caused the Gnoll Moondancer to receive a wound and walk into the irregular camp. How many Gnolls are presently deployed else were, were are they, and what are their missions. How many Gnolls are presently in the camp. How logistically self sufficient are they. What to they hate. What do they like. What do they fear. What do they laugh at.” Alexander continued while his grin widened and became mischievous before tilting his face back downwards, the shadow again engulfing his face. “I want to know why you are looking for a half-elf. I Want to know why Dellex seems to loath you so much. I want to know what could cause the wizard to act on what seem like whims. I want to know a great many things! I want to know why Dellex has structured the command structure of the army so centralized, I want to know why he has deemed slow witted solders of higher quality to much rarer specialty troops that can think on their feet and call bluffs, I want to know why he has apparently forbid any with the ability to question from the regular camp, I want to know why he thinks sending an unproven young lord into the middle of a camp of beast men to lead them is wise, in short I want to know I want to know all there is to know about the command, past, present, and future." Alexander prattled on and on and finally seemed to end still grinning at Martomum; the young lord did not seem to think he was in any kind of real danger just yet; from what he figured he would have at least days before anything drastic might happen.With a gleaming smug smirk Aleanxder finnaly said his peace “But the real question here is: how much do you care to share with a young upstart of a noble wet eared brat who's ego is far too large for the breeches of a mountain?” he asked Martomum with a slight attempt at humor. Knowledge was power, and where he was, Alexander needed power; the dwarf, from the impression he gained from Moondancer, had power to burn, but how much of that power could be, or even would be, he did not yet know. Worst case, as Alexnder figured, for the next day or so at least; would be that Martomum would regain the command, and Alexander would not have to smell the mass of them constantly any more.</blockquote>

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