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I may have spotty internet this summer but it should be pretty good come september. I'll be around though!
You might be able te capture moi boot in yer arse!
Har! You two? Capture us? Hahaha! Tha goblins are pretty stupid but they're not completely daft!
Well that was exciting. Skolrykk smiles wryly.
Perception: Skolrykk is too busy watching the fight and his back to notice anything else...
Happy Halloween everybody! This is an album of my costume this year, hope you enjoy.
Nor does my spear, but it is ever searching for one! Hah!
I got one of the last seats in 308... I guess I'll see you there!
Skolrykk drops the cheese he has been stuffing in his mouth and looks over drunkenly. A fair lass! Welcome welcome welcome! I did not know him, but we slew trow--the trolls--the trow that were there and sent his bánfæt to the upgoduo. I am sorry. he says, frowning. You were gefríend?
bánfæt = body, corpse
Skølrykk hiccups.
Having studied (and spoken) both French and German, I prefer German to French because it has rules that apply in every case, there are no syllables that aren't pronounced, and French is a little too soft, kind of wishy-washy, it seems to me... I still like English though because even though there are weird exceptions everywhere, you can say anything you want in hundreds of different ways.
Skølrykk walks in through the gates, tapping his longspear on the ground beside him as he goes.
@Ragnar: Aye. They'll be disappointed though, naer had a lass such a mægenwudu! As for you, you should take care none of the stánbucca take a likin' to you and that beard... he says in response. Heading inside the inn, he calls to the wirt. Aye, ale an' bread. Perception: Stepping inside the inn he is blinded by the sudden darkness and taps around with his spear until he finds a table to sit at.
Well, I for one caught a debut performance by the illustrious Harpwizard on the electric harp! Quite the show, if I may says so!
...oh... Flofer says, suddenly getting quiet. My father never let me compete in the tourneys...Well, at least not after my brother was old enough...
he belts. Noo, that won't work... Do you have any titles? Nicknames? Ooh, how about "Solaric the Solar Flare"? Or "Zesty Zekkaran"? he asks, his mind racing. Before Solaric can reply, he bursts into song again. What do the knights of Karkau know?
Hoho-hoho! Hoho-hoho! What do the knights of Karkau know? And where do the knights of Karkau go?
Hoho-hoho! Hoho-hoho! Where do the knights of Karkau go? But there is one among them, the one who will bring them tears!
He's fast and he's mad and he makes some mean speeches,
Who has a shiny sword necklace?
As they ride, Flofer strums his lute and sings a little song, all while perched precariously on the back of his uncle's horse. Perform, Song: Ohhhhhh, a Paladin went a' riding down an old and dusty track
Hidey-hi, hidey-ho,
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! Oi'm off te enjoy a haunch o' fowl moiself! Har!
Yeah, hobgobbling turkeys... Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I expect posting to be minimal for the next few days for me. Hope you all have a nice weekend!
NPCs are dropping like flies in HOJ: Now it's just Halgrak Half-toes and Killian the killer...
And as for poor little Nymeria... we'll see! HaR! She's definitely a little...naive? Shall we say? Or maybe just so good-hearted she's an idiot. I mean, grabbing a pretty lady away from an Ogre and threatening to kill her if he doesn't back down? Not on my bucketlist....
Skølrykk peers around trying to find what Luke is looking at... Perception: ...but his eyelashes have frozen his eyes shut. |