"If they come back, Frostine and I will be here to defend this town," Thorgr says.
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Thorgr strokes his beard. "We haven't encountered any here, though we've fought quite a few before we came to this world."
"We can't do anything about the door down there, I'm sure," Thorgr says. "I'm not sure there's anything left to do here, hero-wise."
Thorgr gets a pensive look on his face. "I think our adventuring days are over...and...well, what do you want to do? I'm pretty sure Jerrica and Sig will go back to Valwick. I don't know about Rosa and Dagmarr. Arista...I guess she wants to rebuild this place...it might not be bad to stay here and help with that. What do you think?"
"Oh, we know those two," Thorgr says, pointing at Celia and Sadhana. "We saw them back at that one town...what was it called? Valwall? Halfwick?"
"Arista seems to recognize them," Thorgr says.
Thorgr pushes down the barrel of Rosa's gun. "Let's not do that."
"We'll leave that up to Arista as well, I think," Thorgr says. "I'm not keen on finding out if he'll rise from the dead or not. Just lock the door on the way out."
"I'll be fine," Thorgr answers. "It's nothing too serious."
Thorgr grunts as he is hit hard by the skeleton and retaliates with a sword swing of his own. ;
Thorgr attacks the one Frostine damaged.
Thorgr steps into the gap between Sig and Jerrica, swinging his blade at the skeleton in front of him.
Thorgr shrugs and follow the gunslinger and rogue.
"I don't like door with signs on them in a place like this," Thorgr comments. "It's usually something bad."
Thorgr hefts his sword onto his shoulder. "Let's press on."
With nothing to do to aid in this fight, Thorgr takes a step back.
Thorgr tries to pull Sig free once more.
"I don't have any ranged weapons," Thorgr says, getting behind Sig and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm going to try to pull her free."
Thorgr keeps his hand on his greatsword's hilt.
"Thank you, Arista," Thorgr says, turning to head to the ruins of the church.
Thorgr opens the door for everyone. "Let's go see Arista and head back down there."
Thorgr takes his sword from Frostine and straps it to his back. "Aye."
Thorgr smirks and shakes his head before finishing his meal. "I think a good battle or two will help work off this food."
Thorgr gives everyone a nod of greeting before starting to eat.
"Morning, Dagmarr," Thorgr says.
Thorgr nods. "Maybe they're just getting really ready for another trip into those catacombs."
Thorgr sits and waits for the others to show up.
"Sausage sounds good to me," Thorgr replies.
"I really don't have a preference," Thorgr says, putting out the plates and silverware. "Maybe we'll just wait on the others."
Thorgr walks into the kitchen with Frostine. "I guess everyone is still asleep...do you need me to help with anything?"
Thorgr gets his boots and shirt on. He offers his hand to Frostine. "Shall we?"
"I doubt it," Thorgr replies as he gets off the bed and pulls his trousers on.
After a few minutes, Thorgr strokes Frostine's hair. "We better get up."
Thorgr lets out a contented sigh. "I love you too."
Thorgr smiles. "How about we stay like this for a few more minutes before worrying about breakfast?"
Thorgr puts his arms around Frostine, running his hands along her back. "That's a good way to start the day."
Man and Wife: Thorgr groans as Frostine speeds up, the last of his stamina starting to go. He pulls the sorceress down into a passionate kiss as he releases within her.
Man and wife: Thorgr grunts as he enters Frostine, her inner muscles gripping his manhood. He places his hands on her rear, letting her do as much of the work as she wanted to. The warrior brings his mouth to her perky breasts, kissing and lightly sucking on Frostine's nipples.
Man and wife: Thorgr lets out an aroused grunt as the soft fabric of Frostine's panties brush against his stiffened manhood. "I need you too, Frostine."
He slides his hands inside of her undergarment and slowly pulls them down the sorceress' hips.
Man and Wife: Thorgr runs a hand along Frostine's belly as she undresses him. He kisses her collarbone as he is freed from the last of his clothing.
Man And Wife: Thorgr's member stirs to attention from Frostine's smoldering kisses. "You want to help me out of these clothes?"
Thorgr chuckles. "Of course." He runs a hand through Frostine's hair then caresses her cheek.
Thorgr runs a hand up Frostine's night gown. "It's more fun when you guess." He gazes lovingly into her eyes. "I love you too."
Thorgr slides an arm under Frostine and pulls her on top of him. "I might have one or two."
Thorgr chuckles. "Are you in the mood for something before breakfast? The others might still be sleeping."
Thorgr thinks for a moment. "Maybe some eggs, toast and whatever meat we have around here."
"You can, if you want," Thorgr says.
Thorgr yawns. "I suppose we still have some time."
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