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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:41 am
Boa coughed a little at the smoke of the pipe and waved it away. "It's a rather long and sad story? Are you sure you want to hear it?" she asked.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:44 am
Throngar rolled his eyes. "I'm not some halfling-wit who can't cope with a bit of drama, you know," he told her dryly. "Come on. We've got time. Hit me." He puffed on the pipe, fixing Boa with a keen stare. (Her face, incidentally... she may dress like a lap-dancer, but Throngar can still control himself. razz )
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:05 pm
Boa sighed alright, "It all started when I was 10 and she was 5. I over heard out parents talking about how Heidi wasn't..perfect and they needed to do something about it. The one day her and mom went to the market place and didn't come back with Heidi." she sighed heavily.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:10 pm
Throngar continued to draw on his pipe as Boa related this. "So, her real name's Heidi?" he confirmed, having already had his suspicions before now that a name like Jinx may well have been an alias.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:13 pm
She nodded, "Yes, I use to call her Jinx because she had the worst luck," she giggled.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:30 pm
Throngar gave a bit of a wry chuckle. "Heh. Poor girl," he sympathised briefly, before turning his full attention back to Boa. "So. Your parents got rid of your sister because she wasn't perfect." It wasn't a question; it was a prompt to carry on the story.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:32 pm
'Yeah, they had this idea about having two 'prefect light elf girls' and Heidi was less than perfect, her hair mostly, and her attitude." she continued.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 3:51 pm
Gorum walked by Throngar and Boa, and spoke gruffly. "Yeah yeah yeah your sister got shipped off because her hairs like neon lights boo ********' who." He was carrying his axe and didn't seem to care at all about the countless number of victories he'd won in that fight, killing a Dragon-Bleck and an Elemental-Bleck being among them. He held his axe in both hands and sauntered about. He looked about the ground talking to himself "Now where did I put that..."
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Captain Teeb Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 3:54 pm
"... and that, Boa, is my brother, Gorum, who's unfortunately just woken up." Throngar's disdain for his twin was, as ever, quite evident in his sarcastic tone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 3:54 pm
This ticked Boa off. "If I wasn't a paladin--" she cut herself there, not wanting to think about it anymore, she thought killing was wrong..well, killing non-evil things was wrong. "Your...Brother?" she asked Throngar in slight disgust.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:02 pm
"Yes. Don't believe me? I have the s**t-scars to prove it." Throngar fixed Boa with a bemused look. "Yes, you heard me. Literally, s**t-scars. You do not want to know what our childhood brawls were like..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:05 pm
"I'm still beating you!" Yelled Gorum from somewhere down the wall, throwing a pebble at Throngar's head.
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Captain Teeb Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:07 pm
"Yeah, I'd rather not..." Boa looked at Gorum then back at Throngar. She sighed in slight annoyance and continued to speak, "Anyway," she said trying to change the subject.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 11:42 am
At that moment Rasputin came walking towards Throngar with a sack slung over his shoulder. The sack was dripping with blood. "Good news friends!" Rasputin bellowed as he held up the bloody sack "We get to eat tonight". He rummaged through the sack with a devilish grin on his face, "Gorum, do you want the arm or the leg?".
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:03 pm
Flaco coughed a little and continued his conversation with Jinx. "So you said your better with blades? I myself have some skill with daggers, but probably nothing compared to you. My calling in the melee department is Lances, but unlike the rest of my family I am especially trained to use heavy lances." He flies down and then comes back to her with what looks to be a jousting Lance. He places it into Jinx's hands; but instead of it weighing an ungodly amount it felt very light like she was carrying a short sword of some sort.
Kal groaned. He was rather annoyed that he was just sitting there doing nothing. He then reasoned to summon a zombie, but figured being that it was late he should just then turn in for the night. "Goin to bed....like any of you little bastards care..." He was so bored he stopped caring for manners. He pulls out a cloth and two collapsible sticks. He then propped them up and made a rather nice simple tent. He crawled inside and went to sleep.
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