Baron Barksley entirely evades the effects of the sandstorm. He yelps in pain as the ram attacks him, but repositions to the edge of the sandstorm and takes a couple of bites at the ram.
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Baron Barksley dashes into the room, trying to avoid any attacks by the grassling as he maneuvers to a spot where he can attack the man as effectively as possible.
With that, the dog begins to get the hang of it, doing a loop in the air before letting out a triumphant howl and exclaiming, "Oh, hells yeah! I'm the best damn dog in all of Taldor, it's over for all the rest of the mangy mutts!"
Cat versus dog, the classic showdown. Baron Barksley was sure he would win. With magically enhanced speed he bites at the lion that had attacked him.
But big-time whiffs it.
Baron Barksley lets out a mocking laugh, "Hah, tearin' me to shreds? Missy, you've got a sore lesson to learn." With that, he lunges in for a couple of magically sped-up bites.
Baron Barksley darts up the stairs, biting at the remaining div and trying to wrench her to the ground.
The dog swears under his breath before muttering, "Blast and damn, gotta find me a way to end up a dragon."
In an accent even more rough and uncouth, the ragged man's dog begins to speak, seemingly directly to Shendra, "Oi! Flutter stuff! You think you're so fancy 'cause you can speak in my noggin! Well that's b+!$~$#s! I'm the best damn beast in whole group, and don't you get it twisted, you 'ear?"
Baron Barksley accepts the pet, though perhaps a smidge grudgingly.
Baron Barksley once again lunges at the div, trying to wrench her to the ground.
Baron Barksley dashes in, trying to bite at the div and yank her to the ground.
Baron Barksly easily powers through whatever fell magic the barghest tries to use to ensorcell his mind. Despite what he might claim, he is a good boy in his heart of hearts, and would never betray his friends.
He tries to snap at the barghest, but doesn't fare too well.
Baron Barksley yells, "Bastard! Givin' us canines an awful name." With that, he charges in, going for the barghest's legs to wrench it for the ground.
Baron Barksley gives Rose a good long stare before looking up at Barcos, ”Is this one daft?” He turns back to Rose and says incredulously, ”I don’t know what an Avistan is, I’ve’nt done none of what you said, though I appreciate the thought I could. But those words about my mum, well, those are fightin’ words. Callin’ her what you’re callin’ her is awful. You get to call yourself a human, I doubt my mum ever got the chance to decide what folks called her. Call her my mum, or don’t keep gabbin’ on about her.”
Baron Barksley scoffs, almost interrupting Rose, "Learn to talk like us? Please, there's no way you could..." When she makes a barking noise, the hound growls slightly and he lightly bares his teeth, "My mum was a lovely woman. Do not say that about 'er."
Before Barcos can say anything more, the dog yips excitedly and implausibly begins speaking. His voice sounds like a street thug aping at nobility, ”Gods be damned, ‘ats lovely getting to talk now. Hells, I didn’t even know I could talk until not too long ago.” The dog casts a glare at Lord Wobblekins. If a dog could sneer, Baron Barksley would be, ”And you! You’ve ‘ad a long enough run bein’ the only talkin’ beastie in this here group. Now, your reign ends! Make way for Baron Barksley.” He laughs and lets out a howl. |