Those bastards!
Anyway, Welcome to Wessex!
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Erwin de Gothia happens to be standing near by the Sergeant as "the well dressed man" comes back out from the Reception Halls and steps up to them.
"Rats darn it! I won't tolerate such treatment of my apprentices in the future, gosh, teach your men some manners!"
The well dressed man is red in the face and clearly in anger, but, astonshingly, successfully manages to avoid any use of curse words - which is a good thing since curse worlds have a more literal meaning in the mouth of a well trained mage than coming from others.
The sergeant obviously never studies magic:
"Look here dipshit, I do my job and you take that pretty little hat and shirt of yours and wander back to your tower. Ok?"
The well dressed man is boiling with anger, but realises that it would be a bad move to turn the sergeant in to a frog, so instead he mumbles something about the hat and shirt actually being quite expensive and goes back to the mage tower with his tail between his legs.
"de Gothia!" "Go teach those dwarves to use a better tone towards our guests, this is a human city after all... But no more catapulting, you're draining our entire garrison."
Erwin then heads off towards the gates.
"Prepare the large cannon!"
Yes I am "FO RAEL"
Oh god, not the owls. NOT THE OWLS!!
I sense great evil in this thread.
Maybe it was just Elix's shirt. I'm not sure.
This thread should be closed and started over in some proper role play, sorry to say.