ElvenAngel
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Location: Morris Castle - Eastern Gate
As the merry and yet mismatched band that Ryan somehow found himself involved with pretty much marched into the castle's lobby--one of several actually, as the castle had several entrances and this was merely one of them, but in no way inferior to the others in grandeur.
The bard grinned at the elf girl and the shorter cutie while the tentacles receded into the mass of blood armor on his back, sliding to his arms to form gauntlets again. "No worries ladies, I'm a gentleman! And don't fight, there's plenty of me--and gold--to go around!" he said cheekily. "And yes, I'm perfectly aware that line makes me sound like a man-slut. I am a bard, though, it's kind of in my job contract to talk like this."
He grinned a bit at the elfish insults of the woman. It was a slightly different elf dialect than the one he knew a bit of (probably different regions) but he could still pick up most of the ranting. Ryan always found elves to be hilarious when they cursed because you never expected them to say things like that.
"Huh...Tentacles. That's a totally new name," he scoffed sarcastically. He didn't care what people called him, but that one was painfully lame. He didn't bother to introduce himself or correct the elf.
But he did smile at the other elf girl, with a charming grin. "You can call me anything you like, sweetheart~"
However, a quick scan of the rest of the group that ended up following him, he had to scratch his head a little at the other part-fiend. Was she really that dense or did she just act like that? Most other part-fiends Ryan had met in his life were either psychotic or cold-blooded survivalists. The few who were stable and sane enough to be considered normal were just strange. This girl was just...well, out of here. He kind of liked that.
Then he blurted a ticklish chuckle when someone punched him in the ass. He stopped, looked over down at the short half-elf girl fuming at him. "Oh, sorry cutey. You're right, you did help my fluffy buddy."
Man, she's cute for such a little firecracker, hehe, he thought.
"But uh...what the heck do you need the Duke for? He's a freakin' warlock, dark magic, demons and all. Are you in this with him? Because I'd hate to have such a cutie as an enemy," he then added with just a touch of amusement to dampen the more serious tone he assumed in his question.
Please don't tell me you ARE in this with that wackjob.
Then he suddenly looked up at the orc. Was he traveling with the short girl?
"Hey, buddy," he said casually, aware that orcs often got disarmed by casual approaches like his. "Are you with her? Because you may wanna keep an eye on her; we're going up against bad shit here, demons, evil warlocks and possibly spawn from Hell, if things go very wrong. But if we do this right, we'll be famous and get more gold than we can all lift. Sounds good?"
"THERE THEY ARE!"
"We're busted!" Ryan chuckled as a small platoon of guards, wearing lighter armor than the ones they fought outside, and since none were wearing visors, these were all clearly human, and they were charging at them with swords and spears.
"Oi, merc lady--what's your name, by the by--think between us we could get one of these suckers talking? I got some questions for 'em!" he called to the woman, while morphing a longsword out of his gauntlets' blood armor and parried an incoming blow, engaging the guard in front of him in some fast-paced swordplay.
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((OOC: These guys are easier than the guards outside, and we'll be stopping in the lobby for a bit to get some interrogation done. Feel free to loot the place! XD ))
As the merry and yet mismatched band that Ryan somehow found himself involved with pretty much marched into the castle's lobby--one of several actually, as the castle had several entrances and this was merely one of them, but in no way inferior to the others in grandeur.
The bard grinned at the elf girl and the shorter cutie while the tentacles receded into the mass of blood armor on his back, sliding to his arms to form gauntlets again. "No worries ladies, I'm a gentleman! And don't fight, there's plenty of me--and gold--to go around!" he said cheekily. "And yes, I'm perfectly aware that line makes me sound like a man-slut. I am a bard, though, it's kind of in my job contract to talk like this."
He grinned a bit at the elfish insults of the woman. It was a slightly different elf dialect than the one he knew a bit of (probably different regions) but he could still pick up most of the ranting. Ryan always found elves to be hilarious when they cursed because you never expected them to say things like that.
"Huh...Tentacles. That's a totally new name," he scoffed sarcastically. He didn't care what people called him, but that one was painfully lame. He didn't bother to introduce himself or correct the elf.
But he did smile at the other elf girl, with a charming grin. "You can call me anything you like, sweetheart~"
However, a quick scan of the rest of the group that ended up following him, he had to scratch his head a little at the other part-fiend. Was she really that dense or did she just act like that? Most other part-fiends Ryan had met in his life were either psychotic or cold-blooded survivalists. The few who were stable and sane enough to be considered normal were just strange. This girl was just...well, out of here. He kind of liked that.
Then he blurted a ticklish chuckle when someone punched him in the ass. He stopped, looked over down at the short half-elf girl fuming at him. "Oh, sorry cutey. You're right, you did help my fluffy buddy."
Man, she's cute for such a little firecracker, hehe, he thought.
"But uh...what the heck do you need the Duke for? He's a freakin' warlock, dark magic, demons and all. Are you in this with him? Because I'd hate to have such a cutie as an enemy," he then added with just a touch of amusement to dampen the more serious tone he assumed in his question.
Please don't tell me you ARE in this with that wackjob.
Then he suddenly looked up at the orc. Was he traveling with the short girl?
"Hey, buddy," he said casually, aware that orcs often got disarmed by casual approaches like his. "Are you with her? Because you may wanna keep an eye on her; we're going up against bad shit here, demons, evil warlocks and possibly spawn from Hell, if things go very wrong. But if we do this right, we'll be famous and get more gold than we can all lift. Sounds good?"
"THERE THEY ARE!"
"We're busted!" Ryan chuckled as a small platoon of guards, wearing lighter armor than the ones they fought outside, and since none were wearing visors, these were all clearly human, and they were charging at them with swords and spears.
"Oi, merc lady--what's your name, by the by--think between us we could get one of these suckers talking? I got some questions for 'em!" he called to the woman, while morphing a longsword out of his gauntlets' blood armor and parried an incoming blow, engaging the guard in front of him in some fast-paced swordplay.
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((OOC: These guys are easier than the guards outside, and we'll be stopping in the lobby for a bit to get some interrogation done. Feel free to loot the place! XD ))