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4:41 pm
February 6, 2008
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"Ale I can do, Adventurers Stew is the fare of the evening, Might be some pork in there" Yarn pulls a large tankard of frothy ale and slides it in front of the Trulk.
"Three blue coins will get you another and a bowl of stew, as to yer giant… I'd talk to the wee fella and the one-eyed dwarf over yonder." As he points the two out to the newcomer while waiting for payment with an outstretched hand.
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6:41 pm
February 6, 2008
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Timaaa
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Stew it is. Thanks to you good barkeep.
::slide 4 blue to barkeep, walk over the the table where the dwarf and faurie are seated::
Greetings to you
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6:47 pm
February 6, 2008
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"Kal me lad, I think it best we not be oversteppin' our ways an' means. May-hap it'd be better we stick close to home for a wee bit and gather some good ol' coin before we go traipsing about the Pass. Though I would dearly luv ta part a few Dingahr of their mangy hides. Also, I be none too keen on runnin' right out ta' some blighted tower that may or may not be filled to the gills with all manner of undyin' things.", says Kwyrk in a gruff but thoughtful voice. After a brief pause he adds, "I suppose that'd be leavin' us but one true option. What sae to that bit of wisdom young Silvervale?"
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7:06 pm
February 6, 2008
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Gimble
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He would wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before smiling
giddily as he shook his head and said, "The gods seem to work in
strange ways." Then, as he noticed the trulk approaching them, he
would turn gracefully and go into a deep bow while saying, "Good
evening sir."
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Who says a little brain hurts the owner? Now I make no promises about those around him.
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10:28 pm
February 6, 2008
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::Tilts my head off to the left side with a slanted grin placed upon my face::
I think that I have not the years under my belt to be asked what wisdom has tae do with anything, an tae be honest if any of us would have any sense about us we would have good down tae earth normal jobs so we could fill our pockets to the brim. Not than any of us have any sense.
::pulls my cloak back around myself at the sound of the Trulk approaching, my spine gets stiff as I get a chill running up and down it::
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5:50 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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Well met bug, and you Master Dwarf, care if Molk joins you?
::ignoring the elf::
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6:36 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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"I have no problem with that sir, just please be careful not to crush anything with your massive size. I'm sure our fine bartender would hate to have his establishment messed up whether on purpose or on accident," he would say with a mischevious fire in his eyes.
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Who says a little brain hurts the owner? Now I make no promises about those around him.
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7:19 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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Thanks little one. The barkeep say I must speak with you of the cold giant. Have you seen Tolank, son of Cyak, the might warrior of the Clan High Dilran? My brother was charged with slaying this beast. He set out with a group, but has not returned.
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7:25 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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His eyes would lose their mischevious fire as his face took on a look of contemplation at the question. "I am horrible with names, but I do remember a few a trulk or two with our group. Unfortunately I do believe one fell to the wolves that tidbit of a giant had with him for their breath froze and shattered him. Other then the one I do believe the other was a woman." His eyes would seem to sadden as he reaccounted the tale in such description.
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7:49 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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::Molk does not respond, only the forlong look in his deep-socketed eyes::
::After what seems an eternity, Molk speaks::
I must seek out my brother, even though he may have passed to the Wall. I must retrieve his family weapon. It is honor that demands this.
:: you see hatred welling up in Molk's eyes::
Barkeep!!! Bring us drinks, now!
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7:52 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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His eyes would soften as he says, "I'm not sure how much of it remains. Like him, most of his equipment shattered when it froze I do believe." His eyes would dart to the open hearth as a shudder coursed its way up his spine slowly.
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7:57 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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Then I shall reave the heart of the cold giant and claim it mine.
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8:00 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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"That you may be able to find if he has not been picked clean. He fell in our battle and nows lies in an icy grave," he says calmly while continuing to shudder and look at the fire dancing in the hearth.
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8:06 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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Do you know of any being that has any item of this giant? I would endear my self wholeheartedly.
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8:09 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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"I do know a few, but they might be quite unwilling to part with their item," he says while turning to face him.
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8:11 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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I must speak to them, where are they?
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8:15 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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"I do not know where many of them are at this time, but I can think of where one is. Might I ask why you wish to talk to someone with an item of the giant's?" he asks calmly with tilting his head slightly to the side.
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8:23 pm
February 7, 2008
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Timaaa
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Trulk tradition is to honor the fallen warrior. Since Tolank's remains cannot be returned for the ritual burning to collect his ashes to seal them in a stone cask, I must have an item from his enemy to ornament his Soul Chime to be returned to the homeland.Tolank's Soul Chime was an exquisite piece. He was a great warrior. I, Molk, Son of Cyak, of the Clan High Dilran, will see to it. I sleep now. talk when sun rises.
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8:47 pm
February 7, 2008
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Gimble
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He would bow to him and smile while saying, "Very well. Sleep well my friend and may your brother rest in peace."
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4:06 pm
February 11, 2008
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"Well Kal me lad, it looks ta' me like the butcher's reward be the safest bet fer' a profiteering lot the likes of us. We be lackin' enough muscle to pull the job off as clean as I'd wish for though." Kwyrk states with a concerned look in his one good eye. "Unless Ye happin' ta' have a vicious well trained Borg-nine in yar' pocket, that is?" he asks Kal wishfully. He then turns his attentions to where Gimble sits speaking to a rather large brutish Trulk. By what he is able to overhear of the conversation, he figures this bone covered lummox may be just the added muscle they need to pull off the job at hand without a hitch. Kwyrk motions over to Gimble and barks out in a gruff voice, "Gimble! Ye masterful little wind-riding bugger. Come ta' the table for a bit o' parlay and be sure to bring your large friend."
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