Boony Cochran's page

Bes' watch out. She'll fishhook'ya.

My trusty black pudding Mr. Inky defeated an elephant in open battle before falling victim to a fire elemental at last year's Green Blood on a Black Rock.

Your ultimate victory was rightly deserved. Next year we shall pit our beasts, new or old, against each other again!

Cheers to ye, mate!

To da Pathfinders!

Eh! Dere's alotta gatherin's anight.

Boony Cochran wrote:

Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.

Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?

She is Tragedy, a companion most beloved!

... Suspect, I worry, that, in some way, offended some, perhaps, I have? All tongues but that of Shadow and Nidal, so foreign, I hope mad I do not seem!

Dat, I dunno. Aye's gotta 'nuf problems witout tinkin' a udder's no'a'mean?

Right! Eh! Ya Taldorans rilly know'how'ta spring a party. Do'se udder folks don't know what dere missin'. Ah'brot friends!

Boony thinks the wine is catching up.

Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.

Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?

One glass, den let's git movin'. Eh! You wit da dog, wanna carouse? I 'ere dere's anudder party nearby.

Eh? Da match, it be a bloodknuckle match. You'll get ta see me drop ol' Growler to da dirt in less 'dan six seconds. Don'wanna miss it.

smirks

..to the halfling in trail...
I ain't lookin' ta start a brawl. I get paid ta fight, an' well too.

Boony Cochran, celebrated prize-fighter, elbows the skinny, currently-gorging man nearby with a light elbow,
Eh! Look'it gettin' t'da garden party. Better grub dere.

Boony glances behind him.
Eh! You pop up everywhere. Heckuva talent dere.

to the halfling lass

Which party we gonna crash next? Ah, right!

Boony Cochran saunters into the barbecue and announces...
So, who 'ere's goin' to da bloodknuckle match t'night? I hear "The Growler" is gonna whimper.

smirks

Ain't tryin' ta 'mbarass ya, little un.

winks and grins

Aye's gettin' a bit bored. Who wants'ta carouse? Ah hear dere's a roastin' or sumptin' nearby.

Boony leans back in his chair and directs his booming voice to the rest of the party, smirking while gesturing at the female Halfling scuttling from beneath the table.
Tink sum’mon could git me anudder on’a deese?

Boony looks confused, shocked and amused all at the same time. With a smile and a wink he says...
Wot'cha doin' 'neath dere, little un?

Leans close to the burly fella...
Eh! Aye's ain't the fastest dog, an' aye ain't tellin' ya how to paddle yer canoe, but...ah tink dat little ting coulda be a spy. Keep your lips right, 'round her. She's awfully eary, knowhuddamean?

winks

Eh! Wot's dis nummer on m'arm? 6091? Dat can't be right.

Boony tips generously, upon the next pass of the serving girl.

'Ey, little lady, you forgot this the last time through.
Anyone give ya any trouble, git me. Ah'll sort it.

So, eh. When's dis match 'posed teh happen?

Ooh, yeah! Serving girl! Git me unna dem ales, or sumptin'.

Aside to another partygoer...
Ya tink dees Chels can fight? Seem like a bunch of posturin' ta me.
All hen, no cock, if ya follow.

What a nice little get together. Wonderful company indeed!