The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => Wild Surge Inn => Topic started by: Wraithdur on October 06, 2006, 02:30:07 PM
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*a dwarf stumbles up to the notice board drunk and attatches it to the board, you notice it is written on the label of a bottle of iron hammer bock*
a few days back a' heard o' thes lass hoo 'ad a plan t' negotiate wi' th' 'aven mines' own ogres. the' say t' ogres 're reason'ble, 'ave ne're heard an ogre reas'n. these bass'ards 're mad. the' say the're moovin'em som'ere else, some place plagued by bandets, the' say th' ogres'll take'em oot. bu' ye know wha'll 'appen when the' run oot'a bandets t' bash, the'll moove on t' innocents.
a' thenk we shud ban'em from civilazashen, then'ey can live among 'ere ogre frends in th' caves.
if anee of ye know hoo 'ey were, plese tell th' proper authorities. a' thenk a' were entroduce to'em, bu' a'd ad too much o' th' brew.
save us from 'ese maneyacks, 'ey'll be th' death o' us!
goldbeard o' th' moun'ain.
//OOC: sorry if my dwarven is incomprehensible, i tried to factor in drunkness.
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*gribble squints up at the note, completely confused at the strange scribbles people call "wr-iting" he then takes the quill he was given by the inn keeper and continues to draw on himself, he walks away coverd in ink and muttering about crazy people talking to ogres and were he can find a note about it and someone to read it to him*