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Gord of the Riddleport Gords's page

5 posts. Alias of Joana.


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Male Half-Orc

Gord guffaws. "Course, why pay to look at a cow when you can milk one for free, eh, Magnimar? We'll come back by the Gold Goblin. Wanna see if you've got a new dining table, right?" He laughs again. "C'mon, guys." With a friendly wave at Tendal, the half-orcs turn and go their own way toward Croat's compound.


Male Half-Orc

Gord peers over his shoulder. "This? Nah, this is just sleeping quarters. Wish we lived in a tavern; we'd never see the light of day again, eh, Dav?" he elbows his neighbor and laughs boisterously. "Told you he was funny. What sights you seeing, Magnimar? You been in the House of Silken Veils? There's some sights worth seeing in there, if you've got the coin," he grins.


Male Half-Orc

As Liry leads Tendal away from Boss Croat's compound, a voice suddenly calls out from behind. "It's Magnimar! Hey, Magnimar!" Gord, the Gold Goblin's erstwhile doorman, has just emerged from a doorway with a few compatriots and waves at Tendal enthusiastically. "It's that guy I was telling you about," he turns to his friends, "Magnimar Deverin, Stumpy's new capp. Hey, Magnimar, say something funny!"


Male Half-Orc

Gord guffaws and slaps Tendal on the shoulder so hard he nearly loses his balance. "Dining table! That's a good one, Magnimar. Have to tell the boys that one." With a cheerful salute, he and his friend walk off northward toward the nearest cobblestoned street.


Male Half-Orc

"You empty their pockets already?" Gord prompts, as he and his friend clear the way for Braddon and his captive to enter the building. "No reason to leave any money sticking to their bones for the scavengers. That's good armor; you mend up the arrow-holes, you can sell it," he points out, examining the corpses with a practiced eye. "As for what you do with them, depends on who they are and whether you want trouble with their boss. Leaving bodies in the street is a declaration of war; you want documentation that you're acting above-board and legal-like, you turn them over to the Gendarmes and file a complaint with Devil's Fork that they came down here to mess with you, unprovoked. You want the whole thing to go away, you fill their bellies with stones and hide them in the water somewhere, hope no one remembers where they were sent on their last job." He grins at Tendal. "What you do with the bodies of all the men you kill in Magnimar, Magnimar?"