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IunnaMon 15-Jun-09 11:08 PM
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#1398, "RP log: Goroel repudiates Ysaloerye."


          









[BATTLE] the Destructor: Goroel has joined us in the
fray of battle.


[BATTLE] Woldrun: I greet you, Goroel Fireblood.

[BATTLE] Goroel: Greetin's

Woldrun tells Goroel 'I see the powerful magic got you,
yes?
'


Woldrun tells Goroel 'I will help you regain your circle.'

Goroel tells Woldrun 'Ah got somethin' ta do first, bein'
real important, but ah thank yah fer tha offer
'


Woldrun tells Goroel 'did not mean now. Whenever you are
ready.
'


Goroel tells Woldrun 'Aye, thank yah fer that'

Goroel tells Woldrun 'Bein' a strange feelin''

Goroel tells Woldrun 'Knowin' what ah know from bein' atop
our guild, an now not knowin it agin'
'


Woldrun tells Goroel 'have thought about that, once in a
while...What it would be like to go back and do things all
over again, knowing what I know now.
'


Goroel tells Woldrun 'Ahm likely still goin' ta ask tha
monks ta teach me tha same technique
'


Goroel looks tougher.

You say 'Y'want me t'leave ya 'lone?'

Goroel stops using Mael'nek, the Skullcleaver.

Before a Large Bonfire
The obsidian trail forks abruptly here, encircling a large fire. The bright
flickering of flame dances and reflects against the shiny circle, illuminating
it in an eerie manner. Under the cover of darkness, it's clear that this is
no ordinary fire; with each flicker of light, the flames blaze from one color
to another. Sparks varying from yellow to blue to purple spiral high into the
air before showering down like fireworks. As the colors ebb and flow into each
other, they begin to take on the form of letters and words.

[Exits: west]
(Ghost) Goroel the dwarf is here.

Goroel says 'Yah can stay ifn yah want, but ahm goin'
through with what ah said ah would
'


Goroel stops using a black sword.

Goroel wields a jeweled broadsword.

Intently, Goroel peers at a jeweled broadsword, inspecting its quality.

Goroel says 'Aye, bein' sharp enough'

You say 'Y'think tha's necessary?'

Goroel gets a water jug from a taglohide knapsack.

Goroel says 'Aye, ahm cuttin' away any damned 'old she
would 'ave 'ad over me
'


Goroel snorts.

Goroel says 'All mah life ah've fought fer everythin' ah've 'ad'

Goroel says 'Everythin', mah way o' life, mah friends,
mah brothers, mah place in this world
'


Goroel says 'Tha one thing ah didn't was mah misguided
belief in 'er
'


Goroel snorts.

You say 'Misguided, huh.'

You say 'Wha' th'hell happened anyhow?'

Goroel says 'In but moments she insulted mah family, mah
life, everythin' 'ave ever done, even mah damned beard
'


Goroel says 'Then she places me in a pit o' ####e, o'
refuse, takes mah tankard o' grog, empties it on tha ground
an leaves me
'


What's bothering you?

Goroel says 'Ah try ta leave an get caught between one
o' them cavefishers an a displacer beast
'


Goroel spits in utter disgust!

Goroel says 'Not only that but she bloody kicked me
from tha 'eavens
'


Feeling saddened, you flatten your ears down.

Goroel says 'If she wanted me dead then she shoulda
flamin' come down and did it 'erself
'


You say 'This's my fault ain' it.'

Goroel snorts.

You say to Goroel 'I'm cursed!'

Goroel says 'Not your fault she bein' a wench'

Goroel says 'She ain't worth mah devotion, ain't worthy
o' mah affection, she bloomin' ain't worthy of me!
'


You say 'Maybe she jus' needs t'eat more cake?'

The sun rises above the horizon.

Goroel says 'So ahm goin' ta cut mah beard off, whats
makin' me me, as a way ta cut 'er from mah life, ah won't
be a dwarf no more, ah'll be mahself
'


Goroel says 'Aye, preferably enough ta choke 'erself'

Goroel looks tougher.

Goroel gets a side of deer venison from a taglohide knapsack.

Goroel finishes eating a side of deer venison.

Goroel drinks water from a water jug.

You think real hard, and one of your ears flattens down in concentration.

You say 'But cuttin' it off ain' gonna change anythin',
is it?
'


Goroel says 'Fer me it will'

You say 'Tha's like bein', uh, naked though.'

You wave a paw in a dismissive manner.

You say 'I ain' gonna talk y'outta anythin'.'

Goroel says while shrugging 'Aye, but ahm a stubborn
little bastard, an ah said ah would an ah meant it
'


Goroel shakes his head.

You say 'Y'know who y'are.'

You say 'Any if'n she kicks ya 'gain, she's gonna have
a fist full'a fur down 'er throat.
'


Your flex your paws, stretching your claws out longer.

Goroel says 'Aye, she weren't sayin' tha nicest things
'bout yah either
'


Goroel snorts.

You shrug.

You say 'She's real good at talkin'.'


Goroel says 'Not a good way ta meet someone who 'as
been lookin' up to yah fer along time
'


You say 'Like t'see 'er back it up.'


Goroel says 'Not worthy o' me'

You say 'So it's sorta still m'fault.'

You say 'If'n she's sayin' stuff 'bout me.'

Goroel mutters something quietly to himself.

You say 'Wha' was she sayin'?'


Goroel says 'First thing she was sayin' was that ah
deserved losin' what ah 'ad learnt in mah guild
'


You snort.

Goroel says 'Aye, not exactly bein' tha best o' subjects
ta bring up with me
'


Goroel says 'What's done is bein' done'

Goroel looks at himself.

Iunna flattens her ears, looking uncertain.

You say 'Y'do whatcha gotta do.'

You finish eating a piece of creamy cheesecake.
You feel completely full.


Before a Large Bonfire
The obsidian trail forks abruptly here, encircling a large fire. The bright
flickering of flame dances and reflects against the shiny circle, illuminating
it in an eerie manner. Even in broad daylight, it's clear that this is no
ordinary fire; with each flicker of light, the flames blaze from one color
to another. Sparks varying from yellow to blue to purple spiral high into
the air before showering down like fireworks. As the colors ebb and flow
into each other, they begin to take on the form of letters and words.

[Exits: west]
Goroel the dwarf is here.

Goroel pours a little water from a water jug over the edge of his jeweled broadsword.

Goroel says 'Ah 'oned tha blade on this mahself'

A wry little smile crosses Goroel's face.

Goroel says 'Razor sharp'

Goroel begins scraping the beard from his face, starting with the top of his cheeks.

What's bothering you?

Goroel continues scraping the hair from his face, heading around his chin.

You whisper 'This's kinda like watchin' somebody cut their tail
off, y'know.
'

Goroel says 'One more thing, ifn yah even try ta make it
grow back fast ah'll stick mah face in this fire so nothin'
ever be growin' back on mah face
'


Goroel says 'No smiles, no grins, no frowns, nothin',
yah 'ear?
'


The sun sets below the horizon.

Goroel raises the blade to his neck and begins scraping the hair from beneath his face.

You say 'Y'do whatcha gotta do.'

Goroel goes over the now nearly hairless face making sure that all the hair is gone.

You stop using an ornate mithril spear named 'Irrepressible Flame'.
You hold a black pearl-encrusted mirror in your paws.

Iunna holds the mirror up between her paws.

Goroel grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.

Goroel says 'Aye, bein' good enough'

The first thing you notice about this dwarf is, curiously, that he has no
beard. His face is near to clean shaven with only a couple of small tufts
of hair growing on his face. His face is marred by horrendous scars, the
majority of which appear to be from heavy burning, while there are a
couple of strange small circular scars randomly pocketing the rest of his
face. You also notice a large three lined scar crossing from one cheek,
over his nose, to his other cheek, which looks as if it was caused by a
very large claw strike. His dark blue eyes almost burn with their
intencity beneath his large and bushy black eyebrows. His black hair
hangs down in braids over his shoulders and down his back, being
extremely thick. His overly large shoulders support what appear almost
freakishly large arms for his kind. What exposed skin you can see on his
arms has similar scarring to his face, large burns and strange circular
scars that looks almost as if an arrow has pierced and been ripped out.
His body and lower extremeties also appear overly large, but not from fat
or lack of muscle. As he moves you can almost see the muscles rippling
beneath his clothing.
Goroel, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.
Goroel's coin purse looks nice and full.

Goroel splashes some water in his hands from a water jug and begins to rub it into his face.

Goroel shivers uncomfortably.

Goroel says 'Bein' cold'

You give Goroel a crooked smile.


You say 'Y'look, uh.'

Goroel gives a wry grin as he rubs his now hairless face.

You say 'Y'missed a couple'a spots, but y'know.'

Goroel says 'Aye, need ta be takin' a smaller blade to
it, but ah'll get there
'


You nod.

You say 'They're gonna give ya hell, y'know.'

Goroel snorts.

You say 'Maybe y'should've jus' settled for bein' mute
or somethin'.
'


You wink suggestively at Goroel.

Goroel says 'Ifn any o' them 'ave anythin' ta do with 'er
then ah don't give a damn
'


Goroel says 'So ah would jest take it from 'er next time'

Goroel says 'Nah, ah'll be passin' on that'

Goroel says 'In fact, ahm considerin' gettin' me a
wanderin' bard ta publish a work ahm workin' on 'bout 'er
'


A wry little smile crosses Goroel's face.

You grimace and slap your forehead, dismayed.

Goroel says 'Ah, yah goin' ta love it'

You say 'Stubborn's one thin', y'know crazy's somethin'
else.
'


Goroel says 'Aye, but tha world's bein' no fun if yah
ain't a wee bit crazy
'


Goroel grins evilly.

You give Goroel a crooked smile.

Goroel begins picking up the hair on the ground and throwing it into the fire.

You sniff at the air.

Goroel says 'This is bein' my respect fer 'er, goin' in
tha Gods damn fire
'


You say 'I guess tha' means I don't gotta worry 'bout sharin'.'

You finish eating a piece of creamy cheesecake.
You feel completely full.

Goroel chuckles politely.

You give a tankard of Traditional Grog to Goroel.

You smile at him.

Goroel says 'Bein' funny, ah was always thinkin' that respect came from belief'

You give a meat pie to Goroel.

You say 'What're ya thinkin' now?'

Goroel says 'But ah realise now that its bein tha other way round,
ah respect yah an that's bein' so much more then ah ever did 'er
'


Goroel shrugs indifferently.

You nod.

The sun rises above the horizon.

Goroel says 'Ah go on, but ifn Threndrell comes near me spoutin'
'bout 'is Biddy agin then ahm goin' ta tie 'im up an beat 'im
senseless, two slights on mah 'onor bein' too many
'


You say 'Folks ain' always whatcha think they are.'

You nod.

Goroel says 'Aye, startin' ta realise that'

Goroel says 'Oh well, ah spose ah should be goin' an relearnin'
tha arts o' mah guild
'


You mutter quietly to yourself.

Goroel says 'Goin' ta take some gettin' used tah, fightin' with
no beard
'


You say 'Y'be careful'a th'elements an' stuff.'

Goroel raises an eyebrow.

You say 'It'll prob'ly be pretty tender to 'em, y'know? Not
bein' exposed b'fore an' stuff
'



Goroel says 'Aye, was nae thinkin' 'bout that'

You smile at him.

Goroel stretches luxuriously. Kinda makes you want to doesn't it?

You say 'Takes a lot t'do whatcha did.'

Goroel smiles happily.

You say 'Jus' hope it's all worth it.'

Goroel says 'Per'aps, but its bein' a symbol to mahself an 'er
that ah ain't wantin' nothin' ta do with 'er
'


You nod.

You say 'Welp.'

Goroel says 'Thinkin' all tha tales o' 'er are jest bein' tales
from ol' drunkards who ain't even bein' able ta remember their
own names
'


Goroel shrugs indifferently.

Goroel says 'Mind tha smell from tha fire, 'air ain't tha nicest
o' blossoms ta be smellin'
'


A wry little smile crosses Goroel's face.

You say 'There's a shred'a truth t'most tales though.'

Goroel says 'Aye, but ah think 'bout tha only thing they were
gettin' right is that she's bein' a dwarf
'


Goroel chuckles politely.

You say 'I reckon t'er, tha's th'most important part.'

You say 'But I dunno. I ain' a dwarf either.'

You say 'I'm jus' me.'

Goroel looks more enlightened.

Goroel chuckles politely.

Goroel says 'Aye, an bein' all anyone wants o' yah'

You say 'Cursed!'

With nothing better to say, you grunt something vague.

Goroel snorts.

Goroel says 'Yah ain't bloomin' cursed!'

Goroel says 'Git over yahself, yah jest ain't that special'

Goroel winks suggestively at you.

You laugh heartily.

You say 'I'm startin t'see why she kicked ya.'

Goroel snorts.

You give Goroel a crooked smile.

Goroel says 'Aye, because ah called 'er out ta come down'

You nod.

You say 'I sure hope I don' get on your bad side.'

Goroel says 'Well, ah'll leave yah ta tendin' yah fire, really should
be goin' an pleasin' tha guildmasters over earlier
'


Goroel chuckles politely.

Goroel says 'Be 'ard now'

You say 'Sounds like a damn terrible place t'be.'

Goroel shrugs indifferently.

You say to Goroel ''Cause I ate so much cake?'

Goroel nods.

You nibble on a piece of creamy cheesecake to keep hunger at bay.

Goroel says 'Aye, tha cake bein' it'

You say 'Jus' cake.'

You sigh at yourself.

Goroel says 'But in seriousness, mah respect fer 'er may come back, but
ifn it does it'll be like mah beard, if ah let it grow, slowly and hesitantly,
an prone ta bein' cut back down
'


Goroel says to you 'Aye, jest tha cake'

Goroel gooses you tenderly!

Goroel leaves west.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

People near you:
(PK) Iunna Before a Large Bonfire

You tell Goroel 'Y'bastard.'

Goroel>You cackle gleefully.

You tell Goroel 'I s'ppose fair's fair.'




  

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