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5 posts. Alias of Luke.


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Eberk charges in to fill the gap opened by Cha's retreat to the corner. His swing catches his opponent on the thigh, biting through armor to reach flesh.


I'll jump it if I feel like it, skippy. I may do it just to whup yer lousy orc arse.

Eberk hunkers down behind his large shield and along with helm and scale shoulders presents a wall of metal to the trap and hall.

"Come on b$+~!-priestess!" he growls. "Time to face the thing you serve and pay penance in the hells."


"AaaaaaaaaaaaggggGGGHHHH!" Eberk screams in frustration and probably a bit of shame as he comes charging back into the fray weaponless. His axe lies between his feet, where he dropped it when he ran screaming from the room with the elf maiden.

"You let me pick up my damned axe, mutt, and then we'll see who's more frightening!"


Eberk runs headlong toward the fight but cannot quite make it into the fray... on account of his stubby little legs and whatnot. He curses his short-strided forebearers.


With a gesture at the shithole Eberk says, "Would you believe that this is where goblins stash their loot? There's a concealed door at the back of the latrine." He points it out to Yod on the far side of the little stinky pit.

"Some days it doesn't necessarily pay to be the company burglar..."