Fatal Error 1337

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

"Would appear the drow wishes to travel at night." Bjoric grumbled "Bloody deep dwellers." With that he finished off his food and drink, dropping from his stool and brushing the crumbs from his beard before taking up his pack.

"Shall we?" he asked those who had gathered at the bar before making his way to the door.

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Well, it's a little soon to say that. Bjoric hasn't seen him yet.

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Bjoric joined in on the clapping. Despite what he'd seen of her so far, he had to admit, the elf had a talent for song.

Turning to Hugh, he said "At least we'll have some entertainment on the journey." He took another drink from the almost empty tankard before returning to his meal.

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Man Varis is going to be surprised once he finds out Bjoric is a War Cleric.

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I believe that's the plan, yes.

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Bjoric resisted the urge to hurl more insults in the direction of the archer, but his weariness from the boat ride prevented him from coming up with anything. He settled for letting out a grunt before returning to his drink as he waited for his food to arrive.

Before the food arrived, the large man from the table sat beside him. He let out a chuckle at his greating. "I may be older lad, but that dunee make me old." He held out a large callous hand. "Bjoric, order yourself something, it's on the stick." he finished by gesturing to the archer.

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Tis my aim to bring some of the funny.

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Bjoric grumbled at the drow handing him the map, forcing him to place his drink on the table. Looking at the map he saw the he saw the plateau marked on the map, the distance looked to be about three days travel. But he suspected travelling through the desert could make it take longer.

At the elfs non-comital anwser to the drows question, he barked "Grow a spine ye pansy." Stuffing the map into his pack he took another drink from his tankard. "I need to sleep in a bed that's not pitching about like a drunken bull, and food that wasn't vomited up by a pig." With that he made his way back to the bar, calling to the bar keep for food.

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Okay I've stayed up late enough. I'm going to bed, see y'all in 8 hours.

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Since you have been here longer, should I wait until the GM approves of my CS or just make a post as soon as possible

@Kronshi

Wait for the GM