Jard Gulven: I can't believe it... I'm... on... the... bridge....
Jard Gulven: *scratches chin*
Jard Gulven: it's like a sandtrap
Jard Gulven: nay, tar
Gam Te'lyan: It's the place to be.
Nebojen Ryntan: We should bring some stools out here.
Jard Gulven: stools, and a bar, aye
Jard Gulven: maybe a serving wench
Gam Te'lyan: I mean... you're not in any shape to hunt right now anyway.
Jard Gulven: well, that's true
Nebojen Ryntan: Hells, move the whole tavern to the bridge.
Jard Gulven: no one uses it anymore anyway, why not?
Gam Te'lyan: I like the idea of a bridge tavern....
Kiara: I have more healing spells.
Jard Gulven: it could be a theme
Gam Te'lyan: That's quite clever Neb.
Nebojen Ryntan: Hooray.
Gam Te'lyan: we could put the bar over here....
Jard Gulven: the draw an ale bridge...
Jard Gulven: no...
Gam Te'lyan: And you can carry the trays aorund.
Jard Gulven: hey!
Jard Gulven: I'm no serving wench
Gam Te'lyan: And I'll hire the barmaids....
Jard Gulven: I'm a loyal customer!
Gam Te'lyan: they will have to be thoroughly examined before they are employed.
Jard Gulven: of course, they affect the clientele
Gam Te'lyan: You can sing and entertain jard.
Jard Gulven: ah, alright
Jard Gulven: I can handle that
Gam Te'lyan: Yes... we'll need a good supply of ale...
Gam Te'lyan: maybe bring something down from Felbarr...
Jard Gulven: the bloated corpse bridge!
Gam Te'lyan: get the dwarves paying us for drink.
Gam Te'lyan: I like it!
Gam Te'lyan: Love it!
Jard Gulven: every mercenary for a hundred leagues will come!
Jard Gulven: we'll serve dogleg stew
Gam Te'lyan: then, if we have an orc attack... our bar will be well defended.
Nebojen Ryntan: Float the kegs in the water, and keep them moored to the bridge. Storage and cooling all in one.
Jard Gulven: yes, it will be perfect
Gam Te'lyan: And we can paint skulls and flies on the kegs while they float.
Jard Gulven: this town is looking better all the time
Gam Te'lyan: Genius!
Jard Gulven: we'll be rich!
Jard Gulven: we'll never have to adventure again!
Gam Te'lyan: Gods know I need the money...
Jard Gulven: oh, wait... I like adventuring
Gam Te'lyan: Wait...
Gam Te'lyan: Yeah I don't want to stay on the bridge.
Jard Gulven: alright, we'll hire other people to run it
Gam Te'lyan: We'll have to hire someone to run the joint.
Jard Gulven: *nods* great minds
Gam Te'lyan: exactly.
Jard Gulven: our talents are wasted here
Gam Te'lyan: Jard you look like I look most of the time
Jard Gulven: chip off the block
Gam Te'lyan: hahahahaha... whose you're great great gandaddy
Jard Gulven: nobody guarding the bridge
Jard Gulven: our bridge tavern is overrun with orc!
Gam Te'lyan: Shame
Gam Te'lyan: I'll pretend I'm a red kinght.
Jard Gulven: I'm dressed for it
Jard Gulven: *looks around*
Gam Te'lyan: True... damn I need to get rid of this green and wear red.
Gam Te'lyan: *squints into the distance*
Gam Te'lyan: *grunts*
Gam Te'lyan: *squints some more*
Jard Gulven: *listens to nothing*
Gam Te'lyan: *Scans the hills... very very slowly*
Gam Te'lyan: *scans the hills*
Banigen Irongnome: *glub*
Jard Gulven: *grunts*
Gam Te'lyan: *squints into the distance*
Jard Gulven: *tries not to look suspicious as if he had just drowned a gnome*
Jard Gulven: damn, he lived!
Gam Te'lyan: Stupid gnomes.
Banigen Irongnome: expecting battle, Tempusian?
Karl F. Huss: Always am.
Gam Te'lyan: Personally I find more of it in the hills... but that's just me.
Jard Gulven: quite a bit more, keeping those numbers low for when they do attack
Karl F. Huss: Yes, I imagine you do.
Gam Te'lyan: it's my orc de-breeding program.
Jard Gulven: *laughs*
Gam Te'lyan: I call it the Gam initiative.
Gam Te'lyan: It's quite well thought out...
Gam Te'lyan: as are all my plans.
Banigen Irongnome: personally I wouldnt breed with them in the first place
Gam Te'lyan: See that's what got me into trouble with the other elves.
Gam Te'lyan: My head kind of aches...
Gam Te'lyan: but that's mostly from standing on this bridge doing nothing.
Jard Gulven: it becomes a numbing ache after awhile I imagine
Jard Gulven: then... it's just normal
Karl F. Huss: You are not required to remain here.
Jard Gulven: the bridge, it calls to us
Gam Te'lyan: Yes, I must remain here at this post right here.
Jard Gulven: we can't leave it!
Jard Gulven: it has a spirit you know, Kiara said so
Karl F. Huss: *he sighs, shaking his head*
Gam Te'lyan: Wait... is that an orc?
Kiara: *Shakes head*
Jard Gulven: nay, three orc!
Jard Gulven: to arms!
Gam Te'lyan: Oh... just a gnome.
Jard Gulven: oh, okay
Kiara: How many years my senior are my peers?
Gam Te'lyan: Peers?
Gam Te'lyan: it was my behind Banigen, and i appreciate if you stop looking at it.
Kiara: *Sighs*
Gam Te'lyan: I'm very busy right now peering into the distance for orcs, and you're making me nervous.
Banigen Irongnome: just a habit of looking at someone when they speak
Jard Gulven: *bends over so the gnome can get a good view*
Gam Te'lyan: Wasn't me... but that's why I don't eat at the tavern anymore.
Gam Te'lyan: *squints*
Jard Gulven: something wrong with my behind?
Jard Gulven: I think it's quite fit
Gam Te'lyan: i wouldn't know, I refuse to look at it on principle.
Jard Gulven: don't know what you're missing
Gam Te'lyan: Now get back your post Jard, before I run you through with my sling!
Jard Gulven: *laughs*
Jard Gulven: *stands at attention*
Gam Te'lyan: *peers into the distance*
Gam Te'lyan: my feet hurt.
Jard Gulven: *plays with his sword like a giant ....*
Jard Gulven: I really do like my sword
Gam Te'lyan: It's pretty cool I admit.
Jard Gulven: I think we wore out Karl
Jard Gulven: oh, replaced
Jard Gulven: of course
Gam Te'lyan: *peers into the distance*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *walks up from rivermoot*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: How goes the guard shift?
Jard Gulven: very well
Gam Te'lyan: Eh... its quite fun actually.
Jard Gulven: we've fended off several orcs
Jard Gulven: and bobbed for apples
Gam Te'lyan: With a sling and a empty tankard of ale.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Orcs attacked the bridge?
Gam Te'lyan: *scans the hills*
Kiara: So, you are ready for invading orcs, in your current condition?
Jard Gulven: aye, it was hard to fend them off
Jard Gulven: one got me pretty good
Gam Te'lyan: Yes, but its now our tavern so we must defend it.
Gam Te'lyan: We've got a lot of coin invested here.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *looks Jard over* You look terrible.
Jard Gulven: big plans, but you know about that already
Vellya Alfarsdottir: You should see a healer.
Jard Gulven: oh, you should see the other guy
Gam Te'lyan: Well those orcs were serious.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *arches eyebrows*
Banigen Irongnome: the other guy is to your left by the way
Gam Te'lyan: Banigen! Good to see you again.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Well, I suppose if you are making jokes about it then it looks worse than it is.
Jard Gulven: just a scratch
Gam Te'lyan: We were just telling Velya about how we defended this bridge from that orc attack...
Jard Gulven: nine of them
Kiara: Indeed. Perhaps I should lure some orcs here for him to fight, to help cut them down.
Gam Te'lyan: Banigen was a monster of destruction by the way.
Banigen Irongnome: *shakes head*
Gam Te'lyan: He's got a lighting axe.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *looks about*
Banigen Irongnome: I have no such thing
Gam Te'lyan: I think one of the gods must have given it to him.
Jard Gulven: made the orcs light up like fireworkds
Banigen Irongnome: you are daft
Gam Te'lyan: Shot them through with electricity.
Jard Gulven: *looks about, suspicious*
Gam Te'lyan: *scans the hills*
Jard Gulven: *grunts*
Gam Te'lyan: *squints*
Banigen Irongnome: you hit metal armor with a large hammer, its bound to send a spark or two flyin
Jard Gulven: *stands alert*
Banigen Irongnome: its not smokepowder science
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *leans against rail, looks Jard over with a frown*
Gam Te'lyan: *Peers into the distance*
Jard Gulven: what is smokepowder science anyway?
Gam Te'lyan: I'm just saying Ban...
Jard Gulven: *gazes at the moon*
Gam Te'lyan: You're pretty good with that lightning axe.
Gam Te'lyan: *picks at his nails*
Banigen Irongnome: if I had one, Im sure I would be
Jard Gulven: *realizes he's standing very close to a fire source* this is hot!
Jard Gulven: seriously, who stands this close to fire?
Gam Te'lyan: *takes a look at Jard then steps forwrds and checks his own hair*
Gam Te'lyan: I'm not really sure...
Gam Te'lyan: Good thing my cloak was wet.
Jard Gulven: good thing my hair was soaked with blood
Jard Gulven: gods forbid it catch fire
Gam Te'lyan: Yeah, too bad it is your own though.
Jard Gulven: well... yeah it is
Jard Gulven: bugger had quite a swing on him!
Gam Te'lyan: He was big for an orc too.
Jard Gulven: wasn't it an ogre?
Gam Te'lyan: I'm amazed you're still alive.
Jard Gulven: I thought it looked like an ogre
Jard Gulven: oh, me too, every day
Gam Te'lyan: Could have been... it was dark.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *furrows brow*
Gam Te'lyan: I need to kill something.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *arches eyebrows*
Jard Gulven: don't look at me like that
Jard Gulven: I've been down too many times today already
Gam Te'lyan: yes, I know you have, my potion stock has been down too many times today as well.
Gam Te'lyan: I'm peering into the hills...
Gam Te'lyan: stoically.
Jard Gulven: oh, right
Jard Gulven: *scans hillside*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Doesn't doing something "stoically" imply not talking?
Jard Gulven: does it?
Gam Te'lyan: For me... this is not talking.
Jard Gulven: what about talking stoically?
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I see.
Gam Te'lyan: Yes...
Gam Te'lyan: In...
Gam Te'lyan: Short...
Gam Te'lyan: words...
Jard Gulven: *nods in a trance*
Gam Te'lyan: stoic...
Gam Te'lyan: words...
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I understand how you plan to guard the bridge with your wounds now. You will annoy the orcs to death with your strange jesting.
Gam Te'lyan: This town would fall without me.
Kiara: I have had nineteen years...
Jard Gulven: if only they had the sense of humor to appreciate us
Gam Te'lyan: Thats why we have to kill them...
Kiara: Why am I thinking of you two as I am...?
Gam Te'lyan: no since of humor.
Jard Gulven: of course
Jard Gulven: let's go kill them
Jard Gulven: I know exactly where they are hiding
Gam Te'lyan: No you're too dead yourself.
Jard Gulven: same place they are always hiding, not too bright those orc
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Sort of like us.
Jard Gulven: oh, right *wipes off some blood*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Always living inthe same place.
Jard Gulven: makes it easy to find each other
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *looks back at the village, then at them*
Jard Gulven: and really isnt' that what love is all about?
Gam Te'lyan: Always standing on the same damned bridge.
Jard Gulven: finding each other
Gam Te'lyan: That's very bardic of you Jard.
Jard Gulven: why thank you Gam
Gam Te'lyan: I'm inspired.
Jard Gulven: I'm an inspiring guy
Gam Te'lyan: Soon as you're better we'll go love some orcs.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *looks up to the sky*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Dawn comes finally.
Gam Te'lyan: *squints*
Gam Te'lyan: does it?
Jard Gulven: hmm, going to be nightfall before my wounds heal
Gam Te'lyan: Hadn't noticed...
Jard Gulven: I should have swallowed my pride and asked the spirit witch
Gam Te'lyan: I'm too busy watching for orcs.
Jard Gulven: now I'll have to go all day without playing
Gam Te'lyan: Yes, you should have.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Go in the village an ask her.
Gam Te'lyan: No, he can't leave his post.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Why not?
Gam Te'lyan: Its imperative to guard the tavern.
Gam Te'lyan: Beer is at stake.
Jard Gulven: nah, I'd rather walk to silverymoon and buy berries
Jard Gulven: than ask the witch, that is
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Its a long walk for someone who is wounded.
Jard Gulven: only if I get hurt more
Gam Te'lyan: It would be more of a stumble I suppose.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *frowns*
Jard Gulven: you know, after awhile the pain becomes normal
Vellya Alfarsdottir: It does?
Jard Gulven: sure
Jard Gulven: almost like pleasure
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I have been wounded many times, and I never thought that about the pain.
Mordak Orfik: *Presses hard on the deckboard with his foot*
Jard Gulven: well, you always let yourself get healed
Gam Te'lyan: Mordak!
Jard Gulven: hmm?
Mordak Orfik: Bloody ting be loose
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Yes, its true.
Gam Te'lyan: Long time no see.
Mordak Orfik: *Presses again*
Gam Te'lyan: Don't worry we're gonna have it replaced.
Jard Gulven: don't stomp too hard, you might go through
Mordak Orfik: *Farts* Aye... boards loose alright
Jard Gulven: *chuckles*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *wrinkles nose*
Mordak Orfik: Oi
Gam Te'lyan: When we put the orc dunking machine in.
Mordak Orfik: Need some nails in dar eh?
Gam Te'lyan: The gnomes are building it now.
Jard Gulven: wood probably too
Mordak Orfik: Oh aye?
Gam Te'lyan: Yes, it will be grand.
Mordak Orfik: Made a wha?
Jard Gulven: wood?
Gam Te'lyan: We're bringing dwarven ale down from Citadel Felbarr itself.
Mordak Orfik: Ohhh.... ye don say?
Gam Te'lyan: Indeed.
Mordak Orfik: Ye knows wher Felbarr is do ye?
Vellya Alfarsdottir: You would be wise not to believe everything that elf says, Master Dwarf.
Gam Te'lyan: Yes, been there many times.
Mordak Orfik: *Glint in his eye*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: He is .. humorous.
Gam Te'lyan: Mordak and I go way back.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *arches an eyebrow*
Gam Te'lyan: 'We;ve been friends for thirty years or more.
Jard Gulven: so he knows where all the babies came from?
Mordak Orfik: More like twenty
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Oh, well, then he needs no warning from me.
Gam Te'lyan: Okay more like twenty...
Mordak Orfik: Tall tale teller ye bugger
Gam Te'lyan: you get under a century and things get fuzzy for me.
Mordak Orfik: Hmph
Gam Te'lyan: Mordak maybe you can help Jard. He's just about dead.
Mordak Orfik: So.... who ye lot be?
Jard Gulven: Gam, where is your sword?! *mock consternation*
Gam Te'lyan: Oh yes.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I am Vellya Alfarsdottir
Jard Gulven: you can't guard a bloated corpse bridge tavern without a sword!
Gam Te'lyan: *peers into the hills*
Gam Te'lyan: I've got two now.
Mordak Orfik: *Bows low* Greetings miss
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *nods*
Jard Gulven: the little one doesn't count
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Greetings to you Master dwarf.
Mordak Orfik: *Looks her over*
Gam Te'lyan: Sure it does.
Jard Gulven: *grunts*
Gam Te'lyan: It kills too you know.
Gam Te'lyan: *squints*
Mordak Orfik: Right bit a kit ye gots der lass
Jard Gulven: so does a hammer, still not a sword
Jard Gulven: I'll run you through with my hammer I will!
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Hmm?
Gam Te'lyan: You got a point.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Oh, you mean my armor?
Mordak Orfik: *Mutters* Nice gear... aye
Vellya Alfarsdottir: It is the plate armor of the red knights.
Mordak Orfik: Oh aye?
Gam Te'lyan: An orc tried to run me through with a hammer once...
Mordak Orfik: Plenty of ye aboot?
Jard Gulven: run me through with an axe..
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I am a Knight Corporal of the Red Falcons, an order of knights dedicated to the Red Knight.
Jard Gulven: I should have just fallen down laughing
Vellya Alfarsdottir: There are four of us stationed here right now.
Mordak Orfik: Ye could have a meal off dat title
Gam Te'lyan: Then she woulda chopped you up.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: And another three or so in High Hold.
Jard Gulven: Four? You got conscripted! *to dwarf*
Gam Te'lyan: Wait.. she chopped you up anyway.
Mordak Orfik: *Playes with his beard*
Vellya Alfarsdottir: A meal? Off my title? Well, I guess it is a bit fancy and long.
Jard Gulven: she sure did
Jard Gulven: but she almost fell before me... almost...
Mordak Orfik: Aye lass. is tis dat
Gam Te'lyan: true.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I've never had a title before.
Gam Te'lyan: Would have been kind of sweet really.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: This is my first one.
Mordak Orfik: Never been called Lass?
Jard Gulven: I would have made love to her
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Is that a title?
Jard Gulven: lovingly of course
Mordak Orfik: Ta some I spoose aye
Jard Gulven: and after she was awake
Gam Te'lyan: I don't want to know.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Well, then I suppose I've had lots of titles.
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Lass. Girl. Bitch. Halfbreed.
Mordak Orfik: Don we all lass *Grins*
Jard Gulven: now I have to fight her again until I beat her, just so I can have some love
Jard Gulven: probably die trying
Mordak Orfik: *Laughs*
Mordak Orfik: Good on ye lass
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *smiles*
Gam Te'lyan: Jard... if I'm gonna stand on this bridge, guarding our tavern...
Gam Te'lyan: I need a title.
Mordak Orfik: Gam tell ye 'is title yet?
Jard Gulven: Gam the merciless!
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *shakes head*
Jard Gulven: oh, that's an honorarium
Mordak Orfik: Oh no?
Jard Gulven: a title...
Vellya Alfarsdottir: No, he did not.
Gam Te'lyan: No something more noble....
Mordak Orfik: *Cackles*
Jard Gulven: Commandant Gammon
Mordak Orfik: Well...
Gam Te'lyan: Supreme commander of the order of the green knights of Rivermoot!
Jard Gulven: that's better
Mordak Orfik: If 'e don tell ye I will once I git some pints inta me belly
Gam Te'lyan: Love it!
Jard Gulven: I was getting there...
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *smiles, laughs a bit* Alright.
Gam Te'lyan: Rivermoot is a little small though...
Gam Te'lyan: okay...
Jard Gulven: alright, enough flirting with the bridge guard
Mordak Orfik: Oi... whas the sword out fer mate?
Jard Gulven: I like swords
Gam Te'lyan: Supreme commander of the order of the green knights of Silverymoon!
Mordak Orfik: Dats it?
Jard Gulven: I really really like it
Vellya Alfarsdottir: I think its in case his wounds finally overcome him and he falls over - the sword will prop him up
Jard Gulven: that too
Mordak Orfik: So yel never put 'er away?
Gam Te'lyan: We're guarding the tavern
Jard Gulven: no never
Jard Gulven: once drawn it can never be sheathed
Jard Gulven: or I would have to sacrifice a baby
Gam Te'lyan: So we definatly noticed that Vaya was trying to sneak up on us but it didn't work.
Mordak Orfik: Jus stare at er den like a tavern whore
Vellya Alfarsdottir: *sighs* Pointless to have a sheath then.
Mordak Orfik: Pardon the werds lass
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Vaya?
Gam Te'lyan: Becuase we are vigilant
Jard Gulven: oh, Vaya, i see him too
Jard Gulven: strange one him
Jard Gulven: and that's coming from me
Mordak Orfik: *Glances between the two*
Jard Gulven: kinda creepy in that black robe
Jard Gulven: he needs a tailor
Gam Te'lyan: Because we are vigilant, nothing gets by the supreme commander of the order of the green knights of silverymoon and his trusty side kick Jard!
Mordak Orfik: Who ye on aboot?
Vellya Alfarsdottir: Where is he?
Gam Te'lyan: Yes he definately need a tailor.
Jard Gulven: he was over there *points*
Jard Gulven: then he went that way *points again*
(Vellya leaves)
Mordak Orfik: *Shrugs*
Gam Te'lyan: That robe is ridiculous.
Jard Gulven: ah, we're better off, bridge guarding is serious business
Gam Te'lyan: Hark! Who goes there!
Mordak Orfik: Oi... who be dat?
Helm Ol'Forlorn: Gam!
Gam Te'lyan: Helm!
Gam Te'lyan: Hey!
Gam Te'lyan: How you doing man!
Mordak Orfik: Bloody 'ells laddy, anyone don know yer arse?
Helm Ol'Forlorn: Not sure how we were seperated, but I've been wondering the hills ever since
Jard Gulven: Gam? no, I think he's known by all
Gam Te'lyan: Oh?
Mordak Orfik: Well are ye now?
Gam Te'lyan: Well... we should go kill something soon.
Jard Gulven: all the clerics left
Jard Gulven: I can use a bow
Helm Ol'Forlorn: hello stout guard of Rivermoot. don't you remember me?
Gam Te'lyan: Its jut that... Jard is a bit under the weather.
Jard Gulven: nah, I'm fine
Mordak Orfik: Fine?
Jard Gulven: oh sure
Gam Te'lyan: Okay, should we go kill orcs?
Mordak Orfik: Yer bleedin on tha grass mate
Jard Gulven: if you can't take the heat, stay off the burning bridge
Gam Te'lyan: And this bridge is buring with love for us.
Helm Ol'Forlorn: anyone want to kill that bugbear in the far cave?
Jard Gulven: sure, we can warm up with that
Gam Te'lyan: Okay, then lets kill the undead in there as well...
Gam Te'lyan: if you can kill undead.
Mordak Orfik: *Rubs beard*
Jard Gulven: smash them up anyway
Mordak Orfik: The wee feller hire ye?
Gam Te'lyan: I'm sick of this bridge anyway...
Jard Gulven: gods, I hate the thing
Gam Te'lyan: hope the orcs burn it
Jard Gulven: can't understand why anyone would guard it
Jard Gulven: oh, except you *to guard*
