Hello, Here is Grunwald for submission. He was originally a Hobo, but I changed my mind. I will clean up bits of him tonight, but I wanted to get this in. :)
Sooooo, what happens when your entire department abandons their jobs at the same time? I'm the one left holding the bag, answering phones all day! :-D I'm determined to make this work+game+school life work!!!! /rant
WAIT!! Strider! ......by Abadar's beard that fellow runs as if a devil is pulling his tail. Well, I suppose it's best he leaves now before any imperial entanglements... Ekran peers over Zinli's shoulder with interest...
Ekran's face smiles broadly and brightly. Well done! Well done to all. He claps Joza and Rahiv on the back. A well fought battle indeed, but a good warrior knows when to press on and when to regroup and restrengthen ourselves.The two greatest warriors are Time and Patience. Let us return to the Fort and rethink our plan of attack. What say you all? He seems much more relaxed and rested after Rahiv's touch.
I concur with the group. We need a sneaky sneak to survivy-vive.
Ekran comes to, not exactly sure what happened....he looks around a bit but feels a bit woozy from the dog attack.
Seeing that he's in no immediate danger to try to stand up, he pulls himself up to his feet and readies himself to attack the next enemy that comes close for this round.
While the wizard and Joza and Dav all earnestly converse on the subject of The Spire and Rahiv and Zinli begin small talk, Ekran starts looking at various books the wizard has collected. Though most of the books look to be about boring subjects he's not particularly interested in: ".....History of Hell Hound Hall.....The Frost Giant Moot......My Dinner with a Duergar....". He wanders over to the alchemy lab and stares at the bubbling, churning liquids and goos. Grabbing a stoppered bottle of red liquid, he uncorks it and gives it a sniff. mmmm, this smells of cinnamon... "What is this concoction, Master Royst?"
Chuckling a bit, Davlamin smiled as he followed the half-drunk warrior towards the sage's home. Thank you my friend Ekran. Have you lived here for very long? Smiling broadly, he stretches his arm wide, gesturing to the city around him. Here??Counting on his fingers:Let's see.....1......2.....3.....4...yes, four years. I was born in Ridonport in Taldan. Though I learned the iron trade from my family...especially my father and uncles...I didn't love it. So I set out to see the world and enjoy as much of it while I can. On my terms. Ekran's demeanor turns to steel at this last point. You get the sense that he's argued this point in his past.So, for me, it's war, wine and wenches!
Sitting near the fireplace, his table piled high with empty wine bottles and lonely flagons, a boisterous, scruffy-looking man sits amid a bevy of beautiful women. At least three are so close to him that they are practically in his lap. A small crowd listens to his latest story of daring do. His tale draws laughter from the crowd. The men raise their drinks to him and his paramours have compassionate looks for him. ".....and that was the first and LAST time poor ole' Gunthar bedded the frost giantess!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" His laughter brings with it a wince from Ekran. He clutches his side for but a moment, drawing concern for his female companions. Raising an empty tankard, he shouts at the innkeeper, "GARÇON! MORE BRANDY AND ELFWINE! ARE WE TO DIE OF THIRST?"
Now, now, now.....even in such harrowing times as these, surely even a glimmer of hope is better than no hope at all! Please let us attempt to eradicate this plague at its source, perhaps we may even find a ward against it altogether. I don't think any man, no matter how iron his stomach may be, could so easily "sort out" his own mother or father or spouse.
I'd be willing to join the bandwagon too. I would be happy to fill any open slot.
The massive Ulfen Grimnor Wyrmreaver extends his sword for Sandpoint. More to come.
I feed my packing peanuts to my packingderm. :P |
