6.14.2005
Brogg:
Well, Ogre John, that is quite the proposition, either we give you our stuff, or you beat our heads in and you take our stuff. Hmm...
Now, Ogre John, I am sure that you based your offer, at least in part, upon our appearances, and I will agree we do look a bit worse for wear. However, Ogre John, let me please give you some information that, upon first glance, you might have missed.
You see this fellow to my left is Dave, Fist of Odin. Dave, Fist of Odin, is not only really into clobbering, but he sits so squarely in Odin's favor, that he has invoked the presence of Valhalla's Almighty himself, right before my eyes.
And that guy a little behind and to my right is Mike the Zombie. Don't let his pallid complexion and awkward gait fool you, Ogre John, Mike the Zombie is a Zombie Master.
As for Mike's floating companion, that's Abbey. To be honest, Ogre John, I have little knowledge regarding Abbey's attributes; however, I myself take animate disembodied children's heads as an ill omen.
Finally, Ogre John, I am Brogg the Half-Breed, Holy Warrior of Grisbane, skilled with both sword and spell… and singing as I might add, and I don't mind telling you: that was a very nice tune that you were carrying…
But, I forget myself. Let me be brief. You see Ogre John, we are on a mission to save our friend Cinder from certain doom upon Mt. Storm. And as luck would have it, we didn’t schedule time for random encounters. So, if we must fight you Ogre John, let's get it started. But, if upon secondary assessment of my companions and me, you are willing to retract your offer and part peacefully, then we have no ill will and wish you Godspeed.
Brogg begins to pass his broadsword back and forth.
Ogre John?
Now, Ogre John, I am sure that you based your offer, at least in part, upon our appearances, and I will agree we do look a bit worse for wear. However, Ogre John, let me please give you some information that, upon first glance, you might have missed.
You see this fellow to my left is Dave, Fist of Odin. Dave, Fist of Odin, is not only really into clobbering, but he sits so squarely in Odin's favor, that he has invoked the presence of Valhalla's Almighty himself, right before my eyes.
And that guy a little behind and to my right is Mike the Zombie. Don't let his pallid complexion and awkward gait fool you, Ogre John, Mike the Zombie is a Zombie Master.
As for Mike's floating companion, that's Abbey. To be honest, Ogre John, I have little knowledge regarding Abbey's attributes; however, I myself take animate disembodied children's heads as an ill omen.
Finally, Ogre John, I am Brogg the Half-Breed, Holy Warrior of Grisbane, skilled with both sword and spell… and singing as I might add, and I don't mind telling you: that was a very nice tune that you were carrying…
But, I forget myself. Let me be brief. You see Ogre John, we are on a mission to save our friend Cinder from certain doom upon Mt. Storm. And as luck would have it, we didn’t schedule time for random encounters. So, if we must fight you Ogre John, let's get it started. But, if upon secondary assessment of my companions and me, you are willing to retract your offer and part peacefully, then we have no ill will and wish you Godspeed.
Brogg begins to pass his broadsword back and forth.
Ogre John?
