Andreyich — Roleplayer Guild

The Dwarf grumbled at the mental pictures brought to him by the apparent shadow wizard, although he was able to tough through all of them thanks to his natural magic resistance except... the offer of gold. That was something no Dwarf but those who had the pact with Grimnir or had Runes about them could resist. Finally having it all ended he shook his head. First he had his attention turn to the grubby man who said he should be leader. "Well good sire, I did not do it alone. I was leader of my Ranger Outpost, the Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Azul route specifically. But if you think your skills surpass mine, so be it." this man may well have been more competent, so he would give him a chance. After all, age was not always a good thing. 

He then looked to the Drengi and the elf. He sighed, and made a motion for the other Dwarf to calm himself. He turned to Listec with a face of annoyance; he did not hate elves with such a burning passion as other Dwarfs (after all, it was the Dawi who won the war) but he was distrustful of them having only dealt with their woodland kin, most of which he had to kill after they tried to trick him. With a point of his Thrund he finally spoke to him. "Look wazzock you might be fast but you can't go faster than a bullet so I reckon you best pipe down when there's two of us." From what he saw so far the high elves were not much better than their wutelgi kin. Both seemed to have life spans infinite, but by frailty of body and mind had quite the short life expectancy. "And we're not vertically challenged; see, your groins are level with out teeth, just where we want your minuscule elfhood to be."  

Brokk sighed. All was not to a good start. The Bretonnian Knight seemed to be an alright sort, and the Drengi behaved as predicted and thus not too bad. The elf, other Knight, and the grubby man called Baltazar unnerved him however. With the scratch of his nose he re-lit his pipe and took a few puffs. He did not think anyone here but the elf would have experience with lizardmen and even that was doubtful. Ulthuan while closer to Lustria than the Old World, did not have inhabitants with much reason to go there. He had some friends come back with trophies of scaly heads and great gold, telling him of wondrous architecture and riches untold. Some Dawi looking for Karak Zorn had also told of a slightly different breed although related Lizardmen. They were not the most welcoming folk from what he knew. It would be a real fight, and with the great cities the lizard folk supposedly had his skills as a ranger would not have too much use. However, his time with the longbeard would be excelsior for this, and his fondness for explosives as well as the Engineer background of the Slayer would be quite helpful in blowing up the various barriers they may face. Satisfied with his train of thought, he straightened out. "Well, if that is all, let us go." Brokk was a little upset that they would not travel via Dwarfen steamship, but an Imperial Sailboat was a close third to the master-work of the Dwarfs. 
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