Assaulted by Lizards
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(( oops, mispost. Please delete this and the ill-advised planar collapse post 2 above. Thanks Oreth for your well-meant and entirely appropriate moderation of the thread.
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Oreth, frightened by his newfound ability to telepathically know the thoughts of "certain of the city's population", begins to believe he is trapped in some sort of weekly entertainment drama, perhaps hosted by the demigod of wierd, Rod Serling. However, he chooses to go on having an in-character interaction, and hope it goes away
By the by, Mark, there've been scouts and defenders here this whole time, registering their opinion on the matter. They seem to agree with you. As I do.
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{ Removed as per post below - Herrold }
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Mmm hmm. And Koreth was a paladin. And Rando's a helmite. Tell me another one, please, I am likely to die of laughter.
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orc man wanders over to Foilir and Dwin and says in a quiet but audible voice
"The Defiler was a druid, he did a great job of looking after the Rawlinswood"
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Mark, having seen the conversation flare up and die out again, walks in on it, giving a faint applaus.
"And during this entire conversation, did any of you bother to ask a Defender, a Guard or a Scout for their opinion.
The lizards coming out there, they're pissed, because people have been making raids into their territory again.
The city of Peltarch stands by their agreement, we show no hostilities towards them, as long as they don't enter Peltarch land, and those who are caught will be punished accordingly.
Yes, this usually means attacking them after they made the first move.But them making the first move is a freak occurance.
Do we do a bad job at tending our borders? No worse than having a bugbear running into town. That, too, is a freak occurance.
Do we need better equipment or greater numbers?
Not at all, it served us in the past, and it will do so in the future.I, personally, would be happy to be trained in combat by Dwin, Milshot or Paci. That's not to say I'd put money into it.
Does the Defender training need to be revised?
It has not failed us yet, and there is a need, this will be decided by general Lavindo.If you have a problem with the Defenders, speak to us, don't take a jab at the senators, or refuel old fueds at our expense."
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Laughs looking at the Dolvaks
Do you think anyone actually cares what you two say. You're about as slick and smooth talking as Grag is skinny. Amazingly enough Folir, there is this odd little fact…insulting YOU is not an insult to ALL dwarves. I know its a hard concept to try to grasp, the thought that somehow you are not the uberdwarf that is the pattern for all dwarves to match.
I was one of the strongest supporters and friends of the longest standing dwarf in the Guard. Heffa, the leader of the crafters guild here in Peltarch, is a personal friend. I helped to save the lives of dozens and dozens of the dwarves in Peltarch during the last election and got even more of them out of prison with legal aid. Not to mention having the support of thier entire guild that likely would've turned the tide of the election if not for the fact that for SOME reason they kept getting arrested when Bloodspiders attacked them, and yet the bloodspiders kept getting off scot free.
So once agian, I beg that you two bafoons stop a moment....possibly spit the ale out of your mouth...and think before you try to speak. You may not come off so dumb.
…oh, and please. Take your grievance to the Magistrate. I am sure that will turn out well. Why not round up some banites to your cause like the last time you tried to throw fraudulent charges at me...by the way, none of them were found guilty. Or, I don't know, here's a stunning idea...learn some new plays. Yours are getting old and tiring.
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Oreth spends several moments trying to understand the dwarf's words, as he must sound like a tape played in extreme slow motion, if the druid's low, monotone voice sounds high and yippy in comparison, before shrugging and waving him off
Indeed…shouldn't you be busy speaking to the senate about how it's a race-crime to not like you, or something like that?
Oreth leans his head back on the bench and looks up through the building-line at the sky
So about the lizards….do they actually have a leader anymore, since that Chesakhan demon-thing was killed off? It might help to talk to him or her...
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- Foilir rubs his temples at all the high pitched whiny voices, and somehow focuses to ignore their frequencies.
Over the course of a couple of minutes they take on the resemblance of the noises made by small barking dogs. The ones that pose no physical threat, but like to be heard for the sake of it.
For a couple of minutes he looks back at the druid and the bard, watching them gesture, motion and 'yip yip yip' like two small impotent pets in a world where all they do is annoy, but little else. The kind owned by Peltarch aristocracy.
Slowly a smile forms on his face as it begins to amuse him.
Then realizing that for the first and possibly last time of his long lifetime, he agrees with Dentin Strauss.
He smiles a bit more realizing he will outlive the sniping and yapping druid and bard, and he will get the opportunity to watch them wither in old age.
He shakes his head incredulously at the thought of agreeing with Dentin, and heads to meet with the stone-masons.*
"Aye lad, much more important things to do."
- He nods his head at Strauss acknowledging his on the mark thought and walks off, smiling as the day when the bard and druid succumb to old age crosses his mind. *
"[d] The day my ears will praise Moradin for the silence and the return of rational thought!"
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Oreth rolls his eyes as Foilir walks off
Oh, you're absolutely right, I'm totally out of line. Me stopping by here, a city where several of my friends live, and where the Circle and Myself have been engaged in the past for various projects, and taking part in a conversation happening in the middle of the damn street…..why, that would be like a peltarchan walking to the damn camp and having a drunken temper tantrum about a housing auction. I should be ashamed of myself.
He turns to Dwin, and raises an eyebrow
Go ahead and ask the greenskins if they object to your name. Bring someone who actually speaks their language, though. I hear that gambler crush of yours is back in these parts….you know, Ty, the one we had a conversation about you and your cousin making love-eyes at a couple years back? I'm sure he'd be glad to help.
The druid grins wickedly, and mutters in a latin-esque language
drac> Zyphlin, if the half-pint heathens take an axe to me, make sure the guards actually pay attention here, aye?
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// Double-Post.. eek!
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Dentin looks from party to party, and then simply states
"Is there -at all- a point in this discussion? Are there not better things to do?
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Dwin smirks at Belade
keep that tongue where it belongs lass, before ya lose it! Or before Foilir thinks of a better place fer it…
Fer all you BLEEDIN' hearts that are so farkin WORRIED about the tree-huggers losin their land to Norwick... go talk to Fadia. Just because ya dont communicate to each other dont mean that this issue hasnt been covered.. well over a month ago.
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Belade coughs
I have always assumed that the druids are the ones responsible for the Rawlins. And I never heard Norwick asking their approval before they claimed their land, or before they gave it away to the Yuan-Ti, a most vile and foul breed of half-snakes.
And, if I'm not mistaken…we were talking about a couple of over-eager lizardfolk, not about holding a "my defences are bigger than yours!" competition
Belade sighs as she walks away
Men and the size of their defences..
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Dwin turns back and slaps his knee laughing at Oreth's comments
Wait….now the Rawlinswood.. a bunch o trees, greenskins, and badgers, mind ya... gets to approve the name I give a town?
Ya got to be kiddin' me! You been visitin' yer dancin friends too much up here thinkin' there's rules like that!
Next time I'm down south I'll ask a badger, or even a goblin if he minds Nor'ick bein called a 'Jewel.' If he objects then I will choose a new name. I promise!
Me thinks yer panties are in a bunch, Oreth. Go relax a bit. As fer settlin' issues.. all is settled. Ya weren't at the meetin' so ya should check in with one o yer fellow tree-folks. All is good, nai worry.
Dwin leans on Foilir's shoulder and chuckles
[d] these beardless, tree-climbin' gas spores are unbelievable! I'm gonna piss meself if they keep makin me laugh like this!
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- Looks at Oreth *
"You e'en live eer? Er yeh juss walk all deh way to make comments in sumun else's city?"
- continues east towards the docks *
"[d] long way to walk to be a smart ass"
- waves to his cousin to let it go *
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Jewel of the Rawlins? I don't remember the Rawlins consenting to that title….In fact, last I checked you were busy claiming up chunks that don't belong to you. An issue that still remains to be resolved...
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@7a0832df5f=Zyphlin:
Looks at the dwarf a moment, sniffs a bit, and then sits there thinking for a second
Hmm, sound theory. You may want to take care of yourself before you breed. If it looks, smells, and all that jazz…
But yes. I'll go find a "real" magistrate. I think Barrim is over in the non-Union owned, public and free, craft hall the senate denied you all over in the Civic District. I'll go find him.
- Foilir raises an eyebrow. *
"Are you insultin me kind? Me would like teh remind yeh dat deh stonemasons that built dese eer walls are dwarves as well. I am a long time citizen of this city and a merchant."
- Straightens his beard as he speaks *
"Feel free teh insult our kind as yeh will. But expect me anna me cousin Nor the shopkeep to file un complaint against yeh as un public official. If dis is how yeh represent our intrests in a fair anna objective manner, me takes offront."
- Shows no anger but is clearly a little redder *
"Expect deh Magistrates as well as Miss Eo to hear of my complaint against yeh comments.
I will speak to deh stonemasons anna make sure dat dey understand how we are viewed by some Peltarch officials anna citizens."
- Turns quickly and heads to speak to his Peltarchian kind *
"Speak to us dwarves alone, aye yeh cen get away wit an insult. But you juss wait until us dwarves speak wit un voice…. Yeh walls nae get built, yeh stones nae get cut, yeh sewers nae get dug.
Yeh here to protect us. Now git! Git to protectin anna enforcin!"
- Mutters *
[d] Racist fek!
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Dwin mocks casting a fishing rod, and then reeling it in.
ya just make it so easy, lad!
Its very true that the threat against Norwick on a daily basis is much more than all o yer green-guards see in a month. Tis our lot in life to be in a fertile, yet dangerous area. We like it there, and based on how many folks are movin' there, I guess others do too. Folks like it enough to come help us defend it. I aint sayin' we NEED that help, but I reckon folks like to do what they can fer the Jewel o the Rawlins.
Fightin' hobs on Norwick Hill… I think alot o people view it as sport! We never really felt that we were in danger...
Fer whatever reason folks like to come to Norwick and help us protect it... I aint gonna refuse their help! I view it as a blessin. Alot o them folks end up stayin fer good. Its the difference between someplace bein' generally welcomin' and growin'... and another bein' a cold, and turning into a ghost town...aye, an over-guarded ghost town.
he chuckles and walks off towards one of his homes
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@22a5f11aad=Clan:
_Dwin begs to differ and resepectfully tells the tale of helping to save a fleeing magistrates life and being one of 3 Norwick residents that held back an army of Ogres once (alongside Rando and Foilir).
He also mentions that such egotistical self-assuredness is typically followed by an event to correct such attitudes, and begs that the Senator "touch wood" before such an event comes true._
Wow Dwin. That was…::thinks a bit:: over a decade, maybe almost two, ago? If we're trying to dig that far into the past, I may as well bring charges back up for Rando's murder threat on me.
Norwick is besieged by Goblins, hobgoblins, and ogres almost on a weekly occurance...and is generally defended by non-citizens as well as citizens. The amount of Defenders, Far Scouts, and Ceruleans I've seen down there throughout the past few months is staggering. Even myself have been down there more times then I've seen your shining face Dwin. So before you go dragging up decades old memories while toting that the southern town is somehow the pillar of defense that needs no help from outsiders, perhaps you should attempt to do this amazing thing that others have found useful....its called, thinking.
A few lizards, probably out chasing someone that was hunting them, were a bit to fervent and trigger happy. This, days after FOUR HUNDRED hobgoblins "assult norwick" and are turned back by a combination of Peltarchans and Jiyydians, but somehow you like to make the couple little lizards seem like the hordes of the Zhentarim have swept down on the land.
Dwin, you are a humerous sort but truly…there is no reason to take your bitterness that your monopoly couldn't spread out on Eowiel.
