Game Posts

Seeing as how the talkers are busy talking between themselves, Ulfren takes another step forward. "We come from the King Under the Mountain, Dwarven Lords of Earth and Stone, honoring the call to arms from Lord Rain-Hell and reforging the bonds of friendship between our clans!" he announces.

Phineas is still flipping through the Illustrated Guide to Adventuring on Human greeting customs and misses his opportunity. He looks up hearing Ulfren speak, and decides it was all for the best. He turns to the party and whispers just loud enough for the rest of them to hear: "A fine prolegomenon! Ulfren is looking more like Captain Clawhammer every day."

He carefully places the velvet ribbon bookmark between the pages of the entry on Humans, for quick reference or to make notes in the margins on the fly.

Ryyrik's ears perk up "I'd be right happy to eat some food, especially if it's accompanied by some ale." he lets out a hearty laugh.

"Ale! Now we're talking!" Gunnar laughs, then catches himself. "We are grateful for your hospitality. But we were sent here to aid you, and though the enemy may have been repelled, from what we've seen your people outside seem to be in bad shape. Perhaps we may be of some assistance before we take refreshment."

Being a dwarf of few words Gunnar seems exhausted by this (to him) long-winded speech. He coughs, and longs for the aforementioned ale.

Hearing Gunner's speech, Ryyrik stops laughing, clears his throat, and stands as tall as he can. "Aye, we came to aid and aid we will." he sinks down a little, holds his pointer finger and thumb inches apart from one another, and grins "But that don't mean we can't have a wee bit a pint while we work. A dwarf with some drink, is a dwarf that can think." He resumes laughing, completely giddy at the thought of ale from a different land.

Ulfren waits until some of the mirth has subsided. "You got rid of the orcs by yerself?" he asks of the lord, squinting his eyes. "We seen some orcs on our way here, frozen like they got caught in the ice. Plus a goblin and a giant still wandering about. What happened?"

Ulfren pauses. He appears ready to speak his mind, but keeps quiet. Instead, he looks to one of the servants that approach and says, "Fine. Where's your cemetery?"

Rooms and feasts and aged ale, mutters Billy as he looks around. There seems to be an awful lot of sufferin' goin' on all around us for talk of such luxuries. The lot of you can carry on as if folk don't need help, but I'll be doin' what I can ta ease the sufferin' I see around me. Billy does very little to hide the contempt in his tone as he turns without leave and stomps off to offer whatever aid he can.

"You plant your lips on my backside, Billy!" barks Ulfren in a sharp order. Then in a calmer tone, "You got something I need. Wait for me."

I'll plant my lips where I damn well please, Ulfren Blackthaw. You want somethin' from me, you keep pace. I got work ta do. Billy doesn't slacken his pace as he heads to do what he can to help the people in their recovery.

Ryyrik calls out cheerfully to the lord "I, for one, am looking forward to take part in your hospitality; don't see why everyone is so adamant of keeping the gloomy feeling going after being cased in ice for some 1,000 years. I'm thankful, I gets to use my legs again, gets to swing my hammer, get to return to my clan, and get to drink ale again." His cheerful gaze fades and turns more stoic as a thought catches up with him Ah...cemetery. He smiles back at the lord, though less cheerful this time around "Enjoy your kids company. Then get this ale ready, I've been sober for 1,000 and plan to make up for lost time." He turns and makes his way to where the female servant pointed.

"Wait," says Ulfren, turning back to the lord. "Your ice? You the one killed Dirk?"

Gunnar registers the all-too-familiar change in Ulfren's tone. There cold be trouble here now. He stays outwardly relaxed (as relaxed as a soldier can be) but surreptitiously measures the reaction of everyone in the room to Ulfren's tone.

Ryyrik plants a hand on Ulfren's shoulder and with a low voice he claps Ulfren on the shoulder and gives him a nod.