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[Fenrir]

I have travelled across the plains to gather the mightiest warriors in the realm to join me in my quest for gold and glory. I have assembled five drunks in total. Yes, I said drunks. Few humans know what great power the clumsy swagger of these stout hearted men belies. The dwarves know full well the extent of their potential, for every dwarf, even every child, is thoroughly gorged in the strongest alcohol in all of the Enchanted Realm, and the dwarven empires are by far the wealthiest and most prosperous anywhere.

Name and proffession, please

Drunk #1 - Shzar (Lord Gorto, Jell-O Merchant)
Drunk #2 - Impending Doom (Imp, Bolt-Catcher)
Drunk #3 - Shadowslasher (Zangief, Deaf and Dumb)
Drunk #4 - God of Toast (Mr. Toast, Meatshield)
Drunk #5 - DuncanFrost (Duncan, Fat Stinking Drunken Man)

[ January 07, 2008: Message edited by: Fenrir ]

[Shzar]

Mwahahaha! Count me in.

Name: Lord Gorto
Profession: Jell-O Merchant

(He's REALLY drunk.)

[Impending Doom]

Count me in

Name: Imp
Proffession: Bolt-Catcher

[Fenrir]

I'm going to bed, but feel free to register anyway. I'll update the list and begin the adventures of Angir Eggroared, Adventurer tommorrow.

[Shadowslasher]

Zangief, Deaf and Dumb.

[God of Toast]

Name: Mr.Toast
Proffession: Meatshield

[RustedAxe]

Name: Thrill-seeking Youth
Profession: Recently Unemployed (jobless)

I was barely able to get in much action, having to stand up continually from my drunken stupor.  This time I'll be rich and famous with a title!!!

[DuncanFrost]

Duncan
Fat Stinking Drunken Man

[Fenrir]

@RustedAxe: You'll get the next replacement meatshield.

[RustedAxe]

sweet  

[Fenrir]

Journal of Angir Eggroared
15th of Slate, 1050

In my haste to embark upon my journey, I had forogotten to introduce myself to the new... recruits. While searching for someplace to begin, we were ambushed by lions, twice. No one was killed, but one drunk just didn't follow us and was never seen again. I didn't even know his name, poor fool. After replacing him we properly introduced ourselves and set off to Doctrinemuscle, where we spoke to the mayor. He told us of a cave to the north, The Natural Revolting Heart of Fording. There's a kobold there, but I forgot what the mayor called him. No matter, we will kill him all the same.

[Fenrir]

Damn bows! We were beating kobold after kobold into the ground, then copper arrows start flying out of nowhere! Imp, Bolt Catcher lived up to his name. He took two arrows to the fingers, so he must have been trying to catch them. We found the bastard, but I got shot through both lungs and the heart. I bled to death while everyone else beat 'im to a pulp. No drunks recieved a name. They're still out there, standing around my body. I wonder if they'll continue killing kobolds.

[ January 07, 2008: Message edited by: Fenrir ]

[RustedAxe]

Woo!  Adventurous Youth survives another day!   :p

[Fenrir]

quote:Originally posted by RustedAxe:
<STRONG>Woo!  Adventurous Youth survives another day!    :p</STRONG>

Uuuhhh... yes and no. You are still roaming about, sure, but you weren't here this time. When the drunk got lost, I hadn't given anyone names yet, and I wanted everyone to get their names in the legends screen, so I only used the five names listed in the OP. Sorry, I'm starting another one soon, I'll add you to that one. I hope it goes better next time.

[RustedAxe]

trust me, whether I was with your adventurer or another, I survived.  I am invincible!  I am young and invincible!!!