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[Hanzoku]

Haldur shrugs, regaining his good humor as he signs his name, 'Haldur Thorsson' in blocky, runic letters, showing a strong bias towards dwarvern runes.

"Well, given how many other adventurers you see through the door, at least we won't lack for work." he says with a laugh. He frowns as he steps over to look at the posters, squinting before he reluctantly dips a hand in his pouch and pulls out a pair of spectacles and slips them on. Once able to read the cramped words properly, he goes through the jobs and wanted posters.

"Well, if you're all up for working together, I think the wolves and goblins are as good a starting point as any."

[apiks]

The lithe elf understands what's going on and goes down and puts down a name "Haldur Thorsson" in an ugly script. He then turns to this big man.

"Goblins."

[Hanzoku]

((Hah. Mama Thorsson will be quite amused by her new son, Haldur Pointyears))

[apiks]

((Hah. Mama Thorsson will be quite amused by her new son, Haldur Pointyears))

((Heh, there's a reason he's doing this which you'll soon find out.))

[TD1]

I suppose I could use the coin. Count me in for whatever depravities you lot plan to do. I don't care what we kill. He eyes the wanted poster. Or capture.

[highmax28]

The lithe elf understands what's going on and goes down and puts down a name "Haldur Thorsson" in an ugly script. He then turns to this big man.

"Goblins."

The Half-Orc takes the ledger and looks at the elf afterwards with a disgruntled look.

(CRIT vs ??) ((...))

He then looks at the giant of a man, then back at you, and then does a double take at you before looking VERY confused before talking at the two people naming themselves Haldur.

"Don't get many half-elves around here. Your parents must have a cruel sense of humor to name you after your half-brother."

He takes the ledger and puts it away as he lets the "party" decide what they want to tackle. Upon hearing the chatter, he gets up before he starts talking again.

"Osgar has been requesting this for a while. Its a surprise he's still in business.

I'll put you down for taking that job since you all seem to be in agreement."

[apiks]

((Three crits in the first two pages of the game? This reminds me of the 4e game. Did you find your lucky crit die or something?))

[TD1]

((Hmmmm, let's test this theory.))

Gawain attempts to ascend to godhood!

[highmax28]

((Hmmmm, let's test this theory.))

Gawain attempts to ascend to godhood!

(?) You strike a pose only to make the most obscene flatulence to the point you think you soiled yourself.

Haldur (2+5)
Miscria (10+2)
Haldur (9+1)
? (?)
Gawain (17+1) (FUMBLE)

Haldur, both the giant and the elf, gag on smelling the foul odor. Gawain ignores the smell but his shame and embarassment make him not only unable to speak for (2) Minutes, but he's stunned for (3) rounds. The half orc looks at the human before pointing towards the stairway

"There's a chamberpot upstairs. I'm not surprised someone so green managed to dirty his trousers in fear, but I think this is a new record."

He looks at you with a smug expression. Whether he's phased by the smell, you're unsure.

((This isn't Mastahcheese's Roll to Derail ))

[TD1]

((Why do I get the distinct impression that my roll was doctored? XD))

Pink spots riding high on his otherwise pale cheeks, Gawain studiously ignores the situation. Except, perhaps, to leer in a menacing fashion at the half orc.

[apiks]

((What's with you and embarassment? It was the same with Nadarr and him showing his jewels to the entire town xD.))

[TD1]

((And who was responsible for that, I might ask!))

[apiks]

((Good times, friend.))

[Hanzoku]

The larger Haldur drops a massive arm over the elf’s shoulders and grins broadly ”It wasn’t our mothers, but Papa Thor. He is quite a merchant, travels to many towns. How do sailors put it... ‘a wife in every port’? Well, he makes it simpler for him by naming all sons Haldur. Prevents any slips of tongue by call wrong name.”

As Gawain releases a burst of the most Gods-Awful strench, Haldur chokes and gags. ”Gods above, man! I’ve not smelt such a stench since Uncle Grimsbald ate a bad Southern bean dish with all those spices!”

[TD1]

It appears that Gawain's leer can incorporate both a half-orc and a full-dimwit.