Dubious Dealings : Prologue.

[Zer00]

So, after a long pause, I hope my so called writing skills didn't deteriorate, least not totally, hope you enjoy!


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A waterdrop makes its way from the frozen cavern ceiling, slowly, it falls, headed towards the sleeping man's forehead


Slowly, he grunts, rubbing his tired eyes, muttering quietly. "This place..."



- "Oh? do dee butcha has someding to says?" A brutish voice was sound, quite loudly also. Apperantly he was taking post.

- "Silence, you re-incarnation of an aboleth." The man replied.

The brutish half-orc, introduced a small canteen, which he sipped from, burped loudly and placed it back. He reeked of alcohol, it would have been considered unstandable least of his usual smell to befall it.


"Butch..." He paused for a moment, burping. "Butcha, donts forgets who bes on tops yes?" He taunted him, smiling with the most ugliest smile that only mother nature can bless such a creature.

"Please, don't smile. I may have seen my fair share of demons in my life, but that smile of yours, its far more horrid than anything the layers of the abyss or the nine hells could ever spit out." The man taunted the half-orc.

A moan could be heard from one of the other party members, and a silence ensued, nothing could be heard aside for the sounds of waterdrops, insects and cold winds.
Sometimes the sound of the flames which consume variable objects can be heard, trying to warm the party members from the freezing death of the cave.

"We'll continue this nonsense bickering tomorrow, deathbreath." The man attacked one last time before he turned on his other side and closed his eyes.

"Mhmm, sures killer." The halfbreed replied, as if not wishing to let the bickering end so early at his watch shift.


As he continues to turn in place, from side to side, attempting to finally fall asleep, the half-orc could be heard humming some tune.

"Are you trying to provoke me, mongrel?" The man snapped.

"Of course, killer, theres bes no betters enterntainments to pass times." The half-orc replied, taking a swig from his canteen again, shortly followed by a smirk.

The man sighed, staying quiet for a moment, as if considering his next move. Sleep or stay awake and continue to this nonsense of verbal conflict? Its pointless, that halfbreed is a useless being, a proxy, and quite a bad one as well. Might as well to ignore him and hope for a stray arrow to pierce his skull.



By the hells, abyss, heaven, and whichever plane that could be the most damned, I wish they were all to be sent there right now, for if not, I might be tempted to so myself. The man thought to himself while trying to fall asleep.



And to think it all started because of THAT...


*To be continued*

[Holy_Rage]

*wipes a tear off the corner of his eye* That's Gabriel and Nermeduk, alright.

Bravo zer, very well written, fantastic snapshot of our usual RP.