Battlemaster Verrin's page

Ah, gotcha. I assumed folks would be scrambling to gather the town's defenses when a scary shadow-lady and her small army showed up.

Assume Verrin is blissfully unawares then. =P

Would Verrin have arrived on the scene with troops yet?

Is this the same day as the wedding?

About how long would it take for Verrin and a troop of soldiers to show up?

Ah. Song of Storms. I didn't really like Ocarina of Time. =(

Well then you have stumped me. =)

Duh. It's the Konami code.

Verrin laughs and takes another long draw of wine. "They're going to have to see their own share of battle and death before they hope to see anything like peace. If that's even possible anymore. You and I can't bear that burden for them - not entirely."

Fixt.

After helping himself to a generous quantity of wine, the aged Battlemaster catches sight of Godrick. Shirking his responsibilities a moment longer, Verrin finds his way to the paladin's side.

"When I arrived here, I never thought it'd be to help protect something like this."

After helping himself to a generous quantity of wine, the aged Battlemaster catches sight of Godrick. Shirking his responsibilities a moment longer, Verrin finds his way to the paladin's side.

"When you asked me here, I never thought it'd be to help protect something like this."

Finding that his flask was frustratingly empty, Verrin inches toward the main celebration with his eyes on the casks of wine.

Did this wedding feature any sort of 'dance with bride and groom' situation?

Verrin applauds along with all the others. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the Battlemaster was happy at some level for the couple.

Verrin smirks as the girl shows her harder side. Anger's better than despair. Anger can keep you alive.

After Corda's taken her leave, the Battlemaster makes his way toward Hadrinn's for a chance to rest his aching knees and some sorely needed ale.

The Battlemaster scowls. The girl wasn’t just wanton – she really did love the Orc. Matters of the heart were one battlefield Verrin had never mastered. What had Skaar done to this girl?

”Listen, I don’t know you but I know Skaar – knew him before and after his run with Blackmoore. I can’t say I know s&#@ about whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into but he’ll be okay. He’s a strong as an ox and twice as stubborn. I’d bet what’s left of my knees that he’ll find his way back here. You’ve got to be okay too. Imagine what he’d say if he got back and found out you were bawling the whole time he was gone.”

Verrin paces unhappily. He'd had to continue the guard drills in Skaar's absence and the early mornings always took their toll on him. There was no doubt he was still strong enough to take apart any of the men under his command but the gods knew it hurt. He was too damned old for s*@~ like this.

He watches as the Fort's productivity grinds to a halt again for another wedding. Living in Valwick had been like living in a warzone where only half your soldiers even knew you were at war. Youth was wasted on the young alright.

Making his rounds, he catches sight of the girl Skaar had been rutting nonstop for the past week (maybe longer). Her eyes were puffy and red but at least she wasn't bawling anymore. In an awkward moment of empathy he calls out.

"You're really worried about him?" the Battlemaster asks in a gravely tone.

How much time passed between Harakhty's revelation and the away team's return?

All the cool kids were doing it.

Verrin raises a brow at what he hears but keeps his interest to himself for now. It was entirely possible Skaar left to f$@% the Lakkaran girl. The Orc was a good fighter - one of the best - but a terrible soldier. He never did entirely follow orders. No reason to fuss yet. It hasn't even been half a day.

I'm just not a very nice person. You don't get to be the Battlemaster by kissing asses.

Seated at his favorite booth, nursing ale out of his favorite tankard, Verrin casually eavesdrops on the Vanara's chat with Skaar's whore.