02-19-2006, 05:30 PM
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I could chuck more wood than a wood chuck could chuck.
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Hunting for a death dealer. (Quark and Librairian)
OOC: Here’s the rpg I promised you guys.
BIC: “Eh? Ya wanttin to be knowin ‘bout Gorin ayy?” Asked the sailor. He had once been the only human onboard the Hellbound, the flagship of the Oblivion army’s naval fleet.
TDC had learned of that information and sought out the old sailor. The man was far from what the young demon had expected.
First of all, he was old. This man was in his seventies at least, and had to use a cane for support. His beady eyes looked down on TDC as an old man should look down on a child.
Secondly, he was rather fat. This old man was so rotound that other people had to walk on the edge of the dock when he came by, less they risk being knocked into the water by his fat.
“Yes, I want to know if you know of anybody who knew Gorin,” replied TDC. The boy’s back hurt from being attacked from behind by a deeply religious priest a few hours earlier, and he had to crack his back every few minutes or else he’d feel stiff.
“I don’t be knowin a thing about that there Gorin, ‘cept that I used to work on his ship. I knows about a man named Grasthos though. They seemed to know eachother, though I don’t know if it was friendly or enemynesship they had.” Replied the old man. His fat shook with each word, and he seemed to be getting tired from the mere effort of speaking.
“Where can I find Grasthos?” Asked TDC. He had finally found a lead in his search for the mysterious Gorin.
“There’s an old armory down South there is. I heres that’s where Grasthos be keepin old experimentses, yer gonna need some help.” The fat old man shuffled a bit and nearly knocked TDC into the water with his fat.
“How far South?” Asked TDC. He had a feeling that it was going to be quite a ways, and he needed to know the exact distance so that he could find a map and plot a route that involved stopping in several towns.
“Oh, quite a ways. As I says, you should bring some help. I don’t be thinkin a boy your age could find his way there with no help at all.” Replied the old man. He yawned and scratched a private area, much to TDC’s disgust.
“Okay, thanks for the help…” Said the boy. He left the dock and went towards the town, ignoring the fact that several villagers were making rather rude comments towards him.
This was one of the towns that had heard of the boy, and most villagers didn’t take too kindly to creatures spawned via the rape of a mortal woman by an immortal demon. Even if the rape was forced by a third party.
TDC suddenly stopped in his tracks when he recognized one of the people moving about the street. This was a powerful warrior, and one of the very few people to not be prejudice against him for his lineage.
The boy ran towards the person and called out their name…
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