Charles_Grimlie 1072 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Far away deep in the depths of Kal'Karik Kjell Begins to sharpen his ax Dragonrazz on a grindstone.* Suun boy... Soon ye'll get a gud beatin' an' ya may nevah 'ope ta foind yerself da same again. *He then cackles to his maniacal self in a menacing manner." (( No one screws with a Ireheart and lives, I just need my VA :Wicked: )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brent 281 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Watcges Kjell sharpen his axe and whispers.* Faaaattty. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garukumus 81 Share Posted March 7, 2012 I think ou' clan needs ta' 'ave a meetin' soon ta' discuss w'at our plans are. What'cha think brothers? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arbrek the Ancient 140 Author Share Posted March 7, 2012 Hrmph, seems te be a gud idea... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brent 281 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Galhar would have said to invite the Mori.* I think we should invite the Mori! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arbrek the Ancient 140 Author Share Posted March 7, 2012 Ye know what, I'm tired o' ye. I'm kickin' ye out. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brent 281 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *A note is pinned to the door, it seems to be scribbled in quickly, as if the writer was in a hurry.* Dear Sturbrakes, I have been beaten by the big fatty Kjell, so I'm going off to get the Elven armies to return to this clan. If you have any questions about the attack, don't worry about it, because chances are it will never happen. If I ever get the courage ((VA)) I will be returning with a massive anger towards the clan, meaning some of you probably will die. So you can blame Kjell if I "Pull a Galhar". Thank you and farewell, Figin. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arbrek the Ancient 140 Author Share Posted March 7, 2012 ((......I hate you, Brent.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geo 1415 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Irin squints his wee eyes, slowly wading over to the poster he puts one heavy hand on it, securing it to the wall. He briefly skims over it noticing some keywords, he bares his teeth gritting them back and forth carelessly, his breathe growing deeper, thicker he grips the idle fist into a sturdy ball of vile hatred. He flares his eyes malevolently at the poster, turning to Bruin he points to the poster, moving out of the way so he too can read it.* "Oi, Bruin. Tak' a wee look at that, wha' the fock does he think he is, eh? If ye' threaten one Starbreaker, ye' threaten 'em all. An ye' ken' best o' all that I, dunnae like tae' be threatened." *Irin sticks his stumpy wee arms behind his back, gripping the long handle of his steel-gorged battleaxe, forth bringing it in a furious sweep that clashes against the stone, chipping some into his face. Brushing the debris from his face, Irin heaves the battleaxe up into a stance position, sweating anger from his eyes.* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brent 281 Share Posted March 7, 2012 ((Never mess with a Dwarf-Elf thiny.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raptorious 1899 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Bruin walks over just behind Irin, wondering what has caught his eye. Wiping the dripping Ale from his beard and placing the half empty tankard on the stone railing of the bridge to the clan hall. Bruin shoves Irin aside even more and peers at the note. Leaning over a bit and quinting his eyes, he begins to read. Wha' de hell be a "Galhar"? *He reads the rest of the note then straightens up. Bruin grabs the tankard from the railing and chugs it down in one go, as if it was water. Who da hell be dis Figin? Sounds like a bastard tha' needs a wee bi' of a beatin..... *Bruin tosses the empty tankard into the lava below the bridge. He turns around and lightly nudges Irin and gives him a look as if to say "You know what Im thinking." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geo 1415 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Irin nods to Bruin acknowledging the look. He shifts his axe onto his shoulder and starts to stride along the stone walkway of Kal'Karrik assuming Bruin is close behind he erupts strictly.* "One single word oot o' ye' about blasted ale and I'll scelp yer' lug lad, yer' never serious enough tae even dream about the field o' battle. Grab yer' axe and let's find this banter, eh've got some homework fer' ye'." *Irin's voice booms strong and prideful, Bruin knows that he's not joking around.* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ever 2648 Share Posted March 7, 2012 Karvia swiftly reads the note then retires to her room a nervous wreck. She curls into a ball on her bed and compulsively begins chewing on her ratty, tattered hair, whimpering softly to herself all the while. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aandie 51 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Aleksis makes his leave after a short visit to Karik, smiling and laughing after he had been pointed out to the note and after reading it. He mumbles .. "who by bludah Honra be Galhar und why does this Figin lad want to get beaten so badly...". Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raptorious 1899 Share Posted March 7, 2012 *Bruin follows his big brother close behind, sighing at the prospect of no more Ale. Nevertheless, a threat has been made against his clan, his family. Bruin does not take lightly to threats against his family. OOh, dunnae ye worreh 'bout t'at. A'm jus' as eager to bash dis guy in as ye are brother. *grins menacingly and proceeds to follow Irin with his Maul leaning against his shoulder. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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