*** This was very interesting. I wish I could have been actually joined, however, Lysrieal was not apart of the guild (or left its ways for a while). *** Valkore tells you 'meh goin moton a momen. Met meh der? Meh saw a darf askin meh goin der.. meh dun beh noin if dat darf alwahs beh der, or if..' Valkore tells you 'em ben fom moton.. so meh goin der, an meh caneh beh getin in alon' Earth, anger, tremble. Exactly. Valkore tells you 'dem gads nuh beh undatandin meh' A short dwarf with a red beard is here, slinging curses at no one in particular. A battle-worn mercenary rests and prepares for another war. Lysrieal holds close to the ground. People near you: (PK) Thror Outside the Guard Post (PK) Gwimdorf Bottom of the Bloody Stairs (PK) Lysrieal Outside the Guard Post You whisper 'What have you made call for dear?' Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Thror says 'Ye'll knowin time.' Lysrieal nods, her hair falling over her face Lysrieal brushes her hair back behind her elven ears. Thror snorts. Thror says 'Long ago, I married en elf.' Thror says 'She boarded a ship, en sailed te the distant lands.' Lysrieal listens carefully. Thror says 'In yer, I see her intelligence, en beauty.' Valkore has arrived. Thror says 'In these others, I see ignorance en foolishness.' Thror eyes Valkore in disgust and grunts with indignation. Thror says 'Aha!' Lysrieal raises her eyebrows. Thror says 'En the seeker now shows.' Thror says 'I would suggest yer hold yer tongue Valkore.' Valkore says 'yuh. Meh gretin vilajeh wargod!' Thror says 'Yer were told te come alone, which suggests that yer wouldn't alert others O' where we are.' Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Valkore says 'meh caneh beh wakin in her.. deh gads nuh undatandin meh..' Valkore says 'meh alwahs beh nedin elp getin insid' Valkore sighs. Thror says 'Yer always welcome te leave.' Gwimdorf has arrived. Gwimdorf says 'Ello.' Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Gwimdorf leaves north. Lysrieal brushes her hair back behind her elven ears. Lysrieal dampens her lips with her toungue, refreshing them from the dryness. Jaslanna has arrived. Ransleyr has arrived. Valkore grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong... Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Valkore says 'meh nuh gon beh lefin' Ransleyr nods. Thror says 'Shed blood 'ere.' Thror says 'en die.' Jaslanna leaves north. Ransleyr leaves north. Valkore says 'nuh wen deh ert beh shakin lik dat, an deh mun beh lik dat to yuh' Thror yells 'Shed blood 'ere en death will greet yer.' You say 'What makes you say such like that about the Maiden dear?' Thror says 'I'm reminded O' her lack O' ignorance at this time' You whisper 'Where has she gone dear?' Valkore scratches his head with a confused look on his face, and am arm falls out of his hair. Valkore says 'der beh sompin ron abot som woman?' You blink several times. Lysrieal looks into Thror's eyes, peacefully. Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Noldruk has arrived. Thror nods. Thror says 'Say not a word.' Thror says 'Ter yer 'companions'' Noldruk frowns. Thror glares at Noldruk. Noldruk says gruffly 'Yer beard bein' red all yer life?' Thror snorts. Tynnyn has arrived. Valarath has arrived. Arehanah has arrived. Arehanah whispers 'Blessed be..' Valarath says 'I hope no one strike meh' Thror grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances. Tynnyn chuckles politely. Thror says 'Took yer filth long enough.' Thror says 'Dismiss yerselves frem each other's skirts.' Thror says 'Yer were told te come 'ere, alone.' Thror says 'Yet, you ask en gather about one another as if yer dependant upon each other.' Tynnyn says 'As if' Thror says 'That angers me beyond belief.' Tynnyn says 'Not bein' a fact' Thror says 'As if Maran?' Lysrieal raises her eyebrows. Thror says 'Yer did not form a group with this one?' Valkore sighs. Thror points excitedly at Valarath! Thror says 'Were ye not told te come 'ere alone?' Arehanah whispers 'Forgive us, but we are not always in the habit of trusting dwarven runners without reasons...' Tynnyn says 'I brought no one' Tynnyn says 'But I met'em here' Thror snorts. Tynnyn says 'So they followed me.' Thror says 'yer speak spittle frem yer mouth.' Thror says 'Don't twist yer bloody words around te make yerself look like a champion.' Thror says 'We dwarves have no need fer heroes.' Tynnyn says 'What do ya have need of? I've been called for a reason, eh?' Thror says 'I ain't got any need fer yer, if that's what yer think.' Thror says 'So yer ken dismiss yerself if yer think I do.' Valarath says 'Uh' Valarath says 'Gah!' Thror snorts derisively at Valarath. Thror says 'Got a rat stuck in yer throat giant?' Valarath says 'What deh fug?' Tynnyn leans back on his heels, at eye level with Thror. Tynnyn says 'I'll stay' Thror spits in utter disgust! Thror says 'Behold Mortorn.' Thror motions to the great mountain in the distance. Thror says 'The depths are the deepest the Dwarves have forged inte the earth.' Lysrieal nods, her hair falling over her face Lysrieal brushes her hair back behind her elven ears. Thror says 'Now perverted with the stench O' death en the filth O' disease.' Arehanah whispers 'Duergar.' Thror says 'We dwarves enjoy our drink...' Thror says 'but passion fer our work.' Thror says 'en our work includes our War.' Thror says 'En old sayin' is that neva will a dwarf relinquish his axe, until his last breath leaves his lungs.' Thror says 'Another sayin' is, once a Sapper, always a Sapper.' Thror says 'Sappers are the Engineers O' the dwarves. They use all that they have in order te carve their ways through this stone.' Thror says 'Ever seen a Magragga?' Noldruk shakes his head. You say 'The Maiden has not' Thror says 'Stone-worm' Thror says 'They eat through the earthen ground.' Thror says 'Sappers use em te dig these tunnels at times.' Valarath says 'Are they big?' Thror says 'Thicker then yer fat mother giant.' Thror says 'Yer men en women are nae here as allies.' Thror says 'yer here te accomplish one thing.' Thror says 'Te be the last standin' in front O' me.' Tynnyn says 'We are t'fight one another?' Thror says 'Do so, en ye'll be rewarded by he who knows the spirit O' a Sapper.' Thror shrugs indifferently. Thror says 'If yer choose.' Thror says 'The goal is te fight yer way through the depths.' Thror says 'Through each other if need be.' Thror says 'Through the dwarves if need be.' Thror says 'Through the Duergar, likely' Thror says 'Past the Spirits, aye' Thror says 'but nae as allies.' Thror says 'none o' yer here are te befriend one another. ' Thror says 'In the vast tunnels en beneath the stone, there are no friends.' Thror says 'The first two to reach me, will face one another.' Thror says 'The victor, will learn what only a sapper as meself is willin' te teach.' Thror says 'Gruktik was invited.' Valarath says 'He is near' Thror says 'He failed te reach this destination on time.' Valarath says 'He could take my spot' Thror snorts. Thror says 'If yer told em te come 'ere, en I find out...' Thror says 'ye'll have him takin' yer teeth frem yer arse.' Valkore says 'if anehtin in yuh lif beh impotant, besid yuh qest beh kilin meh an aleh dem maji, dun dis beh ona deh mos impotant?' Valarath says 'So he can come?' Thror says 'No.' Thror says 'En yer ken leave.' Refusing to yield, Thror folds his arms stubbornly Valarath says 'I not leave' Thror says 'Yes yer is.' Valarath nods at Thror. Valarath leaves east. Thror snorts. Thror says 'Bloody giant thinks I'm a flamin' pixie?' Tynnyn says 'Let's get goin' then' Thror kicks at the dirt angrily. Thror says 'Are there any questions?' Thror says 'Ask not the assistance O' one another.' Thror says 'Rely on yerselves.' Thror says 'No dwarf likes a man who needs a crutch.' Thror says 'Er a woman' Thror winks suggestively at you. You chuckle politely. Tynnyn tells you 'I'll not be goin' against my duty, if it comes t'it' Thror yells 'Assist any O' these men or women Gwimdorf...' Thror yells 'En ye'll be prayin' fer a way te get me hammer out yer arse.' Gwimdorf yells 'Ye ask o' me and I will be leavin' Lord Thror.' Thror yells 'Jes stay clear.' Thror says 'Prepare yerselves.' Thror says 'but the first two will know the outcome'