The massive blonde warrior scratches his beard and hesitates, not quite used to team up with the likes of kobolds, leaving to Ozyre and Ember to decide if joining forces with them now was well adviced. At least he would be able to keep Skullcrusher it seemed.
Ozyre scratches his chin as he contemplates how to negotiate with the kobolds' leader. The kobold, he realizes, is basically offering the clan's services for free. Free is a common conundrum among businesspeople, as it's very hard to haggle with; it would take the foremost economic minds to contend with such an offer, and Ozyre is, in a number of ways, not one of those. "Hmmmm... fine. I must say, you played your cards well. I suppose we have no choice but to accept. We will pay you nothing, as requested, and your actions will likely bring us profit in a short manner of time, as you no doubt planned all along." The gnome offers a hand up(?) to the kobold to finalize the arrangement.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"We're small and elite, too!" Ember chimes in, thumbing at herself and Ozyre. "Well, maybe not Big Man, but I can help him become small if that's a requirement, ya'know! He's real good at the destroy part you mentioned."
The massive blonde bearded warrior frowns as the little one mentions helping him become small, giving her a suspicious look. Was she a witch in disguise ready to call down a hellish shrinking curse on him. He simply grunts and nods in support of the girl's last claim, lifting up Skullcrusher to place it over his broad shoulder, eager to get on to that destroying part.
The leader nods to you all and says a couple of words in draconic. Almost immediately, three other kobolds run up and stand at attention in a perfect line. You recognize one of them as Tykal, that went on a scounting mission mere moments ago.
"You’ve already met Private Tykal. These two are Prioc and Shiv. You may refer to me as Commander Ymir. The seven of us will seek out and eliminate whatever stole your quarry."
Tykal takes the lead as you all step out of the den and resume your exploration of Dawn Point’s sewers.
(As there are a lot of you and the Space to walk will be limited, I would like all of you to decide on a marching order. Tykal will be leading the group.)
Thurodim will somewhat reluctantly not lead the group but will definitely stay as far to the front as the kobolds will allow him to. He would also prefer it if his tiny companions would stay close to him.
"Awesome," Ember whispers as she gleefully follows them out of the den. She'll keep in the middle of her two companions, lighting a small flame in her palm to see by.
The massive blonde warrior scratches his beard and hesitates, not quite used to team up with the likes of kobolds, leaving to Ozyre and Ember to decide if joining forces with them now was well adviced. At least he would be able to keep Skullcrusher it seemed.
Ozyre scratches his chin as he contemplates how to negotiate with the kobolds' leader. The kobold, he realizes, is basically offering the clan's services for free. Free is a common conundrum among businesspeople, as it's very hard to haggle with; it would take the foremost economic minds to contend with such an offer, and Ozyre is, in a number of ways, not one of those. "Hmmmm... fine. I must say, you played your cards well. I suppose we have no choice but to accept. We will pay you nothing, as requested, and your actions will likely bring us profit in a short manner of time, as you no doubt planned all along." The gnome offers a hand up(?) to the kobold to finalize the arrangement.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
"We're small and elite, too!" Ember chimes in, thumbing at herself and Ozyre. "Well, maybe not Big Man, but I can help him become small if that's a requirement, ya'know! He's real good at the destroy part you mentioned."
The massive blonde bearded warrior frowns as the little one mentions helping him become small, giving her a suspicious look. Was she a witch in disguise ready to call down a hellish shrinking curse on him. He simply grunts and nods in support of the girl's last claim, lifting up Skullcrusher to place it over his broad shoulder, eager to get on to that destroying part.
The leader nods to you all and says a couple of words in draconic. Almost immediately, three other kobolds run up and stand at attention in a perfect line. You recognize one of them as Tykal, that went on a scounting mission mere moments ago.
"You’ve already met Private Tykal. These two are Prioc and Shiv. You may refer to me as Commander Ymir. The seven of us will seek out and eliminate whatever stole your quarry."
Tykal takes the lead as you all step out of the den and resume your exploration of Dawn Point’s sewers.
(As there are a lot of you and the Space to walk will be limited, I would like all of you to decide on a marching order. Tykal will be leading the group.)
Thurodim will somewhat reluctantly not lead the group but will definitely stay as far to the front as the kobolds will allow him to.
He would also prefer it if his tiny companions would stay close to him.
"Awesome," Ember whispers as she gleefully follows them out of the den. She'll keep in the middle of her two companions, lighting a small flame in her palm to see by.