[3.5E] Heretic's Bane - Barakbar Group

Tasster smirks as he listens to Carmard and narrows his eyes.

"What do ye need me for? Ye got 'hat lad with da scroll, aye? Seems like ya all trust'em."

Tasster laughs and rocks the double axe back and fourth on his shoulders.

"I reckon me and a few o'me boys can lend ye a hand. We gots little else to do but wait fer the next couple o'cycles till the gilded Patriarch deigns to see us." He snort derisively. "I've been 'ere about a week, don't think even the minotaurs wanna play with testy Tasster 'nymore. I'll kill yer devil 'nd wear its head as a hat, but yer gonna owe me a favor fer it. Don't worry, tis no less help than I'll be given ye."

Tasster smiles and spins his axes off his shoulder. Gulvar looks at Carmard, a bit unsure of what to think and uneasy.

Aye, You'll ave some compatetion for that Head.

Bwahahaha, but the burlly dwarf went on.

Well, what do you do around here for fun? Slapping the Sorceror next to him he slurred on. Or are we to break for rest. 'N of course by "rest" I meen some holy water hole.

Johannes pulls a book out of his pack and starts to read, content to pass the time until the group continues moving.

OOC: I'm 10 charisma, what can I say, heh. Bookish and not very social at the moment.

She remained in discussion's next to this group with the other Urdunnir dwarfs but kept an ear on the group she looked as if she was wondering if she should help.


[ooc: well for a dwarf the average charisma is 8.....so your better then average dwarf]

Truth be told Prince Tasster, we were'nt hoping for so much.... Thank ye, an be sure, if we survive, I intend to repay that dept, my duties permittin of course.

Said Thordrek warmly. He might be a bit clumsy speech-wise, dispide all his efforts, but he was not one to forget a good deed, or a bad one.

Carmard shrugs, "The more the merrier."

Gralmthor

The forgemark legionnaire had been keeping his own counsel. First, taking along one of the deep dwarves, and now bringing along this bull-friend. Merely harumphing to himself, he keeps his comments to himself and waits for the group to move on.

OOC - Hi folks! I'll have up a proper post tonight. Things have gotten a little delayed form me with the holidays, family, hunting and some serious illness for variety. We'll be moving forward tonight.

MShady

OOC: No problems! Things get hectic around this time of year. Easily understandable :)

Prince Tasster smiles sardonically at Carmand’s response and chuckles.

“Well, ‘hat’s enthusiasm if I ever heard it. I’ll be ‘round this area with me boys when yer ready to leave. Lemme know and maybe I’ll come. Better part of a week here, be nice to breathe some new air and not be ‘round these high holies all the time. Patience is nay one o’my virtues. That’s me brother’s role. A nice Argalary is more my taste and ‘m running outta minotaurs to spar with and things to drink ‘round here. Whole place is just so… weird.”
Tasster looks around.
“This place, big bloody crystal. That isn’t right. That isn’t natural” Tasster mutters. “So aye, come find me when yer ready to leave.”

Turning, the dwarf walks off from the sparring area to a barracks. On the way, he withdraws a barracks and takes a long pull from it and weaves a bit as he goes.

“Could’ve been a bit more… interested eh Carmard, ye stiff backed old dwarf. We could use the help.” Gulvar grumbles loudly enough for everyone to hear…

OOC - Folks? Still with the campaign? :)

Hey everyone. Any players still interested in continuing the campaign?

MShady