Post by Ricros Sapphiredge on Jan 5, 2013 19:43:21 GMT -5
Ricros smiled at the story possibilities and decided it was better to keep his own tales out of the fray. There were a few stories of slaying ogres and darkspawn in the Deep Roads, but none of those really compared to his those of his travels. He had dealt with unruly bandits that had a mage in their company. There were unruly customers in the Tevinter Imperium that had thought it was wise to try and use their power to get what they wanted. The worst had to be when he had been commissioned to kill a few spiders in a woman's basement. As it turned out, there was a Bronto amongst them. That had apparently been a real challenge to avoid property damage.
"Looks like we all have our stories for the kid. I think I'll save mine for another time." The dwarf smiled and finished his ale just as Azrael ordered a round for them and their latest companions. Apparently, the mage-child belonged to the woman that had decided to sit with the group.
Nodding in appreciation for paying for this round, Ricros decided to that if he had to tell a story, it would be the one involving spiders and a bronto. The Tevinter Imperium was something that the boy shouldn't learn about from a dwarf that had to beat a man unconscious while there. In any case, that story was meant to be shared with those that had dealt with battle before, not a child that new magic.
Alex had decided to produce a Tevinter blade that sent a shiver up Ricros's spine the minute he saw it. The blade was something that the dwarf didn't feel easy around for some reason. The mention of a vile magister immediately made the dwarf realize why he didn't like the blade. He had had his fill of magical items back in Tevinter. He had sworn that he would have nothing to do with that area, and here was this man having a blade from that area. Life enjoyed screwing with the dwarf it seemed.
"Remind me to never ask for a story from the walking armoury," the dwarf grumbled as he took a swig of the new ale set on the table.
"Looks like we all have our stories for the kid. I think I'll save mine for another time." The dwarf smiled and finished his ale just as Azrael ordered a round for them and their latest companions. Apparently, the mage-child belonged to the woman that had decided to sit with the group.
Nodding in appreciation for paying for this round, Ricros decided to that if he had to tell a story, it would be the one involving spiders and a bronto. The Tevinter Imperium was something that the boy shouldn't learn about from a dwarf that had to beat a man unconscious while there. In any case, that story was meant to be shared with those that had dealt with battle before, not a child that new magic.
Alex had decided to produce a Tevinter blade that sent a shiver up Ricros's spine the minute he saw it. The blade was something that the dwarf didn't feel easy around for some reason. The mention of a vile magister immediately made the dwarf realize why he didn't like the blade. He had had his fill of magical items back in Tevinter. He had sworn that he would have nothing to do with that area, and here was this man having a blade from that area. Life enjoyed screwing with the dwarf it seemed.
"Remind me to never ask for a story from the walking armoury," the dwarf grumbled as he took a swig of the new ale set on the table.
