Dravite, your beard is so stanky, it made a skunk pass out. That's why they call you Dravite Skunkbeard.
I almos' mistook ye fer one o' dem gobbo-dogs last battle, 'ceptin that their breath be fresher.....
Hey, Dravite; how come your beard smells like war chanter now?
I've seen lots o' womenfolk toss der guts after a fight but never a hairless one!
Pauggh! I'd settle for beardless, when it comes to dwarven womenfolk!
Aye, ye be speakin' o' an ancient time. A time when dwarven women had beards. Tis a time referred to as "Second Edition". Tis good to be in de 3rd age, where the dwarven women's chins go hairless!
I thank Corm that you dwarves will be replaced with tieflings in the 4th age.
Slack? WHAT slack?!? Babbling little garden gnome.
Why, da slack I be expectin', like the firs battle. Ya know, where I practically had to kill meself to pull yer end o' de work! Guess ye were too busy buffing yer dome to get into the fray. Dome-buffer! Hee-heh!
Well, you were having TOO much fun.
Keep me out of danger? Are you serious? I hit hard like a Judas Priest song. I am danger. I'm here to tread the thrones of Varisia under my sandaled foot. If anything, you're my sidekick.
Bah! De only danger ye be presentin' be to me sensitive nose, wit' dat odor ye call friend, and to me eyes, what wit da signal flare ye be givin' offn dat cavernous cranium ye be callin a head.
Don' know bout no Bardic Clerics of which ye be speakin', but I can attest to ye hittin' hard. Yer stank was what knocked me senseless in battle, not the gobbo's blade!
Pauggh. I know the first time this shiny head of mine reflects a medusa's gaze attack back to petrify her, you'll be all over using your...stonecunning on the hapless creature.
"So, why do you be allers hassling on those goats, you spotty git?"
"Great. Now he has a song about him. And it's not Whistle While We Work.
You know we'll never hear the end of this."
An' it be a Metal tune at heart! I rock!
*BRAPP*
Ack! Barley an' hot milk! I'll be remembrin to stay away from dat concoction, seems ta be making yer hair fall out an' a bit o' de ol' brain wit' it!
"It's the breakfast of champions. Now....on my mark....unleash hell."
Ack! Barley an' hot milk! I'll be remembrin to stay away from dat concoction, seems ta be making yer hair fall out an' a bit o' de ol' brain wit' it!
I just don't dig on pig.
"Ha ha. Aubrey's on vacation, that means I'm the dungeonmaster.
Dravite, roll initiative. Orcus' Daughter Dorcus is here, and she's mad."
Do nay be makin' me go all Fourth Edition on ye! We all be knowin' 'ow dat went las' time.
Tell Dorcas that.
I was ta thinkin' I was tellin' dorkus that, what'r yer ears stuffed wit warm, soggy barley, or wern't ye listenin' ta what I been tellin' ye?
Huh huh.....me, or Dravite?
Okay, back to the game. Dravite, she's breathing on you. She's attacking your reflex. Byoch.
Aauck! Ye' gots barley on de brain, longshanks! Ye must've did more damage to yer already empty skull from gettin' into yer cups las' night, lad.
Go suck an egg, and tidy it up off your stinky beard, ye grizzly old fart.
Ack, Dat Lo'J! *points to random areas of Lo'j's person* Ye seem to 'ave a bit 'o skank on ye! An' som' dog hair.....musta been one hell o' a night! Hee-hhaa!
Aha, friend dwarf, familiar with the scent of skank are you? And here I thought at your height you'd be a much closer friend of man than woman.
Nary you could rest a stein atop thy head, and where would that be puttin' yer, A HA, breakfast.
It's a step up from goats, you surly skunkbearded abberation.
I be tall, fer a dwarf! An' yeah, I be perferin' da comp'ny o' females, when 'tis comp'ny I be lookin' fer!
Ye' be needin' to bathe or anytin' wit a nose will be ta trackin' ye.
T'wer a good night had by all!
We could tie a rope around Dravite's waist and I could toss him across to Chopper's Isle, and then we could climb across on the rope.
So, ye thinkin' ye might be wantin' ta get in on de fight 'ere, Skidmark? I can be handlin' de slack if'n ye be needin' time to change yer undies.
I've thought up a new use for your beard, you grubby little bastich!!!
Let's shave the dwarf when he's sleeping.
Ye be needin' ta control de impulses or, liken wit yer bodily functions, ye'll be findin' yerself in a load o' sh!t! Ye best be focusin' on controllin' dem bowels o' yers and leavin' the tough talk ta those what be knowin' it.
We can make a rope outta his beard to climb that Chopper's Isle wit'.
Maybe that's the "riddle" of Chopper's Isle--we gotta chop of a dwarf's beard to make a rope to climb up there.
Cooooooooolness.
Without a tear I draw my parting groan:
"Dravite....is....a wanker...."
If Hudak was conscious he'd say,
"Hudak, you let a girl take attacks for you?"
Um, am I allowed here? this doesn't seem like a real discussion thread, just a little insult thread. If I am right, then I should like to seel my services as an arrogant poet. my price? it depends. If your name is Hudak, than you must say, 'Kobold Cleaver is Smarter than Dravite'.
Dravite must say 'Kobold Cleaver is smarter than Hudak'.
if this really is a real discussion thread, or if I am otherwise not wanted, apologies.
"Hudak, you let a girl take attacks for you?"
Hell yeah.
Um, am I allowed here? this doesn't seem like a real discussion thread, just a little insult thread. If I am right, then I should like to seel my services as an arrogant poet. my price? it depends. If your name is Hudak, than you must say, 'Kobold Cleaver is Smarter than Dravite'.
Dravite must say 'Kobold Cleaver is smarter than Hudak'.
if this really is a real discussion thread, or if I am otherwise not wanted, apologies.
That's just too much thinking.
Hey, Drav....you're not supposed to eat THAT part of the turkey.
That's just too much thinking.Um, am I allowed here? this doesn't seem like a real discussion thread, just a little insult thread. If I am right, then I should like to seel my services as an arrogant poet. my price? it depends. If your name is Hudak, than you must say, 'Kobold Cleaver is Smarter than Dravite'.
Dravite must say 'Kobold Cleaver is smarter than Hudak'.
if this really is a real discussion thread, or if I am otherwise not wanted, apologies.
I will call him "minime!!!"
Well, that aces it, then. One o' these days we're hafta hunt down this yerr Santpint divvel. *hic*