Eisenhorn
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Jerod kept his peace for the most part, just listening and watching the back and forth from the various newcomers. The dark mage woman seemed stable enough, if one chose to ignore the eyeball fetish she seemed to have going. Well, that made her more a complete nutter then anything else, but since no one had directed commentary towards him yet, he kept his peace. That was, of course, until the dark mage nutter walked over and promptly introduced herself to Jerod and the spell spitter he had been working with. Her introduction seemed reasonable enough until the comment on bodypart artwork was made. Jerod couldn't decide whether to laugh or distance himself as far as possible. Well, if they were working together, distance wasn't going to work. So he just faced the situation with humor, chuckling and extending his hand to shake in greeting. "Ach, well, consider ma concerns at ease. Was never rightly concerned with ma carcass after death. Reckon if we're on the same side, introductions are needed. Call me Jerod, sword fer hire, at yer service."
"Ach....what have I got myself into now? I reckon ma spirit would appreciate not being stuck in a rotten carcass. Always could be worse, I reckon..."
By the time I realize how long I've been on TV tropes, too many tabs. Way too many tabs Dx
"Well lass, I...appreciate it? Blast, I don't rightly care what ye do with my carcass whence my spirit is gone. I ain't around ta worry about it none."
I can't go to tv tropes if I want to be productive xD
"No promises, crazy lassie. Necklace lad got 'imself locked away. We might be passin his home town, can check in wit his kinfolk and see if he stashed the necklace away."
And I'm sure Jacob is perfectly fine, long as someone else in the party is keeping her distracted.
"Er, lad kind of lost his marbles and got the captain's ear. Skipper didn't appreciate that, so I dun think the necklace is available. I can try an' git a hold of him fer ya."
Linking TV Tropes has earned all my respect, sure as sure. And why not? Should be entertaining to see.
"Ach, reminds me of this lad I ran with couple o' years back! Lad collected ears off dead bandits. We later found he 'ad a necklace of em. So I reckon that I can see the purpose lass. I reckon I ain't goin' ta be squeezin them though."
And a combination of Tharja cursing people and Henry's disarming happiness (Although he prefers to disarm people by removing their arms), I like it.
"Er, well lass, can ye at least tell me why yer wantin' these bloody eyeballs? Before I try to help ye go pluckin' em?"
Well, I'm not concerned for enemy units well being XD And the sooner she's recruited, the sooner we can have interaction shenanigans.
Hah, well, long as she doesn't try to pluck the living's eyeballs, I figure we'll be fine.
Jerod had just wrenched the blade from the priest's neck, which was mostly severed. Mostly. He heard the hostile mage being dealt with appropriately, with lightning if the sound, and smell of charred flesh, was to be believed. Wiping the blood off his blade, he wandered over to the tactician lad, sheathing the blade and chuckling at the surrounding combat zone. "Ach, this is a right bloody mess we've made. Lad, I hate to tell ye this, but I think these tossers are a bit miffed about ye being this Champion o' Naga or whatever ye call the blasted title. Call it a blind ol' hunch, aye? Not that this lot didn't do half bad I wager, these backstabbin' sodders never saw it coming!"
Jerod was clearly still, despite the gravity of the situation, giving the lad a hard time, all in good fun of course. And the others present got a bit of it too, just for good measure. But when the lad mentioned a quest, Jerod fell in behind him, stretching and checking over his mail coat to see if it needed fixed. Quests meant gold, and he needed gold right now. Plus, he'd get to see the world like he had been doing already, on another man's pay. Sounded fine by him. "Well lad, I haven't helped carve up mercs to dash off now. Ye have my aid, fer what it be worth."
"'Ey, laddie tactician, don't gripe to me about us not workin' well together. Yer the tactician, figure it out! Har har har!"
I look forward to this, by a grand amount.
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