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STATUS: No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style. 2 mos ago
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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Today is my birthday! I wish you all a truly enchanted day!
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Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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It's my birthday! I wish you all an excellent day!
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A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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[Arlais](https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74266/posts/ooc?page=3#post-2307436)
Groovy.
@Sadko: will do, boss. But I need a list or something with accepted nations. It's a big thread and I'm a little confused.
Sorry Pepper, must've been typing that when you posted. An honest mistake.
The dwarf chuckled and gave a small nod.
"Meditate, eh?" he said, smiling, "I suppose. Although, I've never been one for spiritual things myself. Me," he added, pointing at himself, "I'm here for the booty."
He turned to Pomona at the mention of his fighting abilities. True enough, he had been through quite a few scrapes in his time. His dented shield and nicked blade could tell you as much in a single glance.
"Aye, I can fight. But if you expect me to stand in front of you when the dead come calling, you'd better also expect me to take the bigger share. Greater risk equals greater reward, no?"
If you're good at something, a wise man once told him, never do it for free.
- posted in the wrong section -
On the contrary, the map in the OP HAS been updated. The error, it would seem, stems from not reading the thread properly before posting.
"Aye" said Dain, pressing the hand of the bishop, "'tis."
Letting go of the hand, he gave the landscape arond them a questioning glance and cocked one eyebrow.
"This place is quite the mood-killer, isn't it? You'll find more cheer in a graveyard."
He chuckled suddenly, as if someone had told a joke, and added "Although I suppose you could say we're in one, eh?"
"I guess that'd be me, boy" said a heavily accented, raspy voice.
Dain, who'd walked up to the two tall ones all quiet-like, had came up beside the man called Bishop Bishop and greeted the two travellers with a common dwarven gesture.
"Even though scales here mightn't be expecting it."
He wasn't half their physical size, but made up for it with a certain air of presence. His entire existence breathed experience, as well as wear and tear. There wasn't an inch of him that wasn't covered in a wrinkle, scar, dent or dirt. He put his thumbs in his belt and leaned backwards, stretching his back while eying the two of them, measuring them.
"Name's Dain" he said, "Of the Muspel Mines. No need to introduce yourselves, I overheard you just now. Fancy you need another arm or leg to stay alive 'round here, so count me in on any exploring you've planned."
He snorted audibly, blew a big glob of spit into his palm and held it out to the both of them.
"As a sign of good faith" he said, offering a smile that was all teeth but no joy.
[Dain](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74305/posts/ooc#post-2302495)
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