ZagorTeNej
Arcane
- Joined
- Dec 10, 2012
- Messages
- 1,980
Korgan: Aerie, ye wingless freak! Ye better spend some time practisin’ yer spells afore the next battle! I won’t put with anymore of yer screw-ups!
Aerie: Leave me alone, you brute. I’m in no mood for this today.
Korgan: Aye, yer never in the mood for nothin’ but weepy sentimentality! Stop playin’ adventurer and crawl back to yer cage in the circus! At least if people pay a copper or two to see yer gangly, misshapen form ye might be worth somethin’!
Aerie: I can look after myself, you vile little man! (CHARNAME) knows I can hold my own when the rough stuff starts!
Korgan: Yer nothin’ but a scrawny, whinin’, stump-backed, miscastin’ mage wannabe!
Aerie: I’m sick of your insults, you bastard! You’re worth less than the feces of an unwashed kobold! You’re stupid, bigoted, mean, small minded and small membered! Now leave me alone or I’ll cast a spell of withering on that pathetic excuse for a manhood you’re always scratching at between your legs!
Korgan: Aye, that’s I been waitin’ for! You’ll be blushin’ fer a week when ye calm down and realize what y’eve said, lassie! My work here is done - Har, har, har!
Anomen: I have been watching you in combat, Korgan ... you fight well for one of the unblessed. Perhaps the blood sacrifices that you make to your primitive gods work well after all.
Korgan: Yer idiocy is surpassed only by yer unskilled floundering on the field of battle.
Korgan: Hhmp. Imoen, yer an o’er-lame excuse fer a member o’ this party and I be tired of exertin’ meself to protect ye! Next time I let ye perish, screamin’ like a ninny as ye does!
Imoen: The last time I saw you exert yourself over anything was the last slab of pork in an inn. If you could keep up with me with that beer gut of yours I’d be amazed.
Korgan: Beer gut?! Why, ye stinkin’ wench, how dare ye! Keep up with me axe as if flies toward yer head, more like! Though it’d be like splittin’ a hair, skinny as ye are!
Korgan: Rain-maker, use yer mumbo-jumbo and make sure it don’t rain when we’re travelling in the outdoors! It makes me armor rust, me clothes damp and me feet slosh about in me favorite boots.
Cernd: I’m afraid not, Korgan. It is not within my sphere of influence, nor is it my place to do so.
Korgan: Bah! Tree-hugging dirteater! If yer god lived on Faerun I’d break his windows! Good fer nothin’! Go pluck mistletoe and frolic naked in the glades!
Keldorn: I urge you to reconsider the sheltering of this drow! However desperate be our mission, we make it worse by sheltering a demon such as she!
Viconia: Do you have a problem with my presence, male?
Keldorn: Aye, I do, drow. And if you last another day with this party, I shall do us all a favor and spit you on my blade.
Viconia: I look forward to your attempt ... and to turning it against you.
Keldorn: You time is done, drow. I gave you your warning.
Viconia: How noble ... and how foolish.
(Keldorn and Viconia fight)
A moment of your time, kind master. I'm Miltiades, a merchant by trade. I'm terribly sorry to impose on you, but I'm in a bit of a predicament... You see, I deal in the finest weapons and armor. Each item is a work of art, forged from the rarest metal and crafted to perfection. Unfortunately, I can't open up a shop until I settle a dispute with the Commercium, and I can't settle it until I start selling my merchandise.
Thus, I have no choice but to beg people to show kindness and buy what they can at greatly reduced prices. I'm asking only for what I paid for these items, so it is quite a bargain. Would you like to take a look? My wares are in a house nearby.
"The "undead" is such a frivolous term. I prefer "Immortal". "Eternal". "Everlasting"."
The VA is amazing.