12.07.2005
Gregolas Ain't Your Sandra Day
Marivhon forces Vrill back into the snow. "Oof," he says, one of his wounds re-opening. He bleeds a bit more on the ground. You tell him to take off his rings. He glares, rolls his eyes, and slides two nice rings off. One is gold, the other platinum. "My wedding ring," he sighs. "I guess I don't need that anymore anyway."
And speak of the devil.
Gregolas shows up, looking worried. "Hey dudes, everything chill? Oh... whoa. No, I guess shit ain't chilled here."
You quickly explain the situation, and ask Gregolas if he wants to cast a vote. "Who me? Oh no, I'm not gonna make that kind of decision. Bro, I really can't handle that kind of pressure. I mean, that guy is a total prick, I'm not going to cry in my oatmeal if he bites it. But I'm not your Sandra Day O'Connor, dig? I'm down with your whole Dirty Harry shit, but I ain't no Dirty Harry. I'm just Gregolas Half-Elven, in serious need of a serious bowl."
"Oh yeah," he continues. "I forgot what I came here to tell you. Look, whatever you're gonna do, you better do it soon before you have a big audience. The shit at Shady's, you know, the house burning and everything? Well there's sort of a big crowd now, and there's like a million serfs and villagers about to follow your tracks right here like I did."
Sure enough, Brogg, with your eagle eyes, you spot a large crowd of people over the hill and leaving Grito. They'll be here in probably five or ten minutes.
Vrill says "Oh, well, why don't you wait then? I mean, that's what you want, right? To be the big heroes and kill the evil wizard. Why don't you hang me in the middle of town or something if you're going to kill me? Then all of Grito can see what big heroes you are. Maybe there will be some princesses to marry you too, and a zombie princess for your good pal Mike the zombie."
Sensing that didn't help his case, Vrill tries to bribe you. "Look, can I just give you something? You want those two rings? There you go. How about Greetles getting his job back as mayor? How about that? Or how about some nice, lovable, courageous fighting collies? You guys adventure, so you claim, perhaps some warrior pups or even an owlbear might do you some good? Huh, what do you say that?"
And speak of the devil.
Gregolas shows up, looking worried. "Hey dudes, everything chill? Oh... whoa. No, I guess shit ain't chilled here."
You quickly explain the situation, and ask Gregolas if he wants to cast a vote. "Who me? Oh no, I'm not gonna make that kind of decision. Bro, I really can't handle that kind of pressure. I mean, that guy is a total prick, I'm not going to cry in my oatmeal if he bites it. But I'm not your Sandra Day O'Connor, dig? I'm down with your whole Dirty Harry shit, but I ain't no Dirty Harry. I'm just Gregolas Half-Elven, in serious need of a serious bowl."
"Oh yeah," he continues. "I forgot what I came here to tell you. Look, whatever you're gonna do, you better do it soon before you have a big audience. The shit at Shady's, you know, the house burning and everything? Well there's sort of a big crowd now, and there's like a million serfs and villagers about to follow your tracks right here like I did."
Sure enough, Brogg, with your eagle eyes, you spot a large crowd of people over the hill and leaving Grito. They'll be here in probably five or ten minutes.
Vrill says "Oh, well, why don't you wait then? I mean, that's what you want, right? To be the big heroes and kill the evil wizard. Why don't you hang me in the middle of town or something if you're going to kill me? Then all of Grito can see what big heroes you are. Maybe there will be some princesses to marry you too, and a zombie princess for your good pal Mike the zombie."
Sensing that didn't help his case, Vrill tries to bribe you. "Look, can I just give you something? You want those two rings? There you go. How about Greetles getting his job back as mayor? How about that? Or how about some nice, lovable, courageous fighting collies? You guys adventure, so you claim, perhaps some warrior pups or even an owlbear might do you some good? Huh, what do you say that?"
