Post by moose on May 11, 2009 0:44:31 GMT -5
Balrogs are not generally Union help but my gentle questioning had led me to a labour dispute in the Rift, some sore knuckles and I'm sure a surge in sales of Athelas. Some Orcs simply won't listen to reason.
Barz was holding half the docks with some slaves and trolls and most of the usual suspects. He was getting fat and rich gnawing on the bones of the dumb and the slow but his time was coming to an end.
"No Power is Greater than Barz!!" he screamed.
"I'm sure that's true". The Oathbreakers danced around him as the final Heartseeker took him to his knees.
"No one wants you " I was at my most charming. "Where's your boss?".
"You work for the Elf bitch?", he grumbled, his last ounce of tough.
I hadn't noticed she was an elf. But legs trump ears every time.
Merciful shot does wonders to clear the mind.
"Asskkk...Zuuurm..."
Poor choice of final words. But that would do.
So. Zurm.
We met a Giant named Asmolf who pointed us in the general direction. He took care of the local thugs while we went to meet Zurm.
Zurm turned out to be a troll and like most trolls he relied more on size than stamina. He folded like a dropped pizza and claimed he was working for a shill named Fruz. I was getting tired of this troll circus and the more I thought about it the less I liked it.
All these trolls digging a hole to nowhere...I was being paid to find a balrog and I kept coming up troll. Digging troll. I didn't like where this was going. But I wasn't getting rich off my good looks.
Zurm was a pimp running a worm fighting operation on the wrong side of Ghashfra territory. He was well heeled and had a small army of worms and hustlers at his beck and call.
I made a strategic choice. Dooks put a porkchop in the pants of one of the giants. The Butchers took to it like fat kids on a smarty. We walked in the back door like we were invited. No one the wiser.
Alone, Fruz was a cupcake, he invited some friends and we made them taste some warden suprise. He took his death quiet well.
He also took his death quiet. Our leads were running thin. There were two ways to go. back or forward.
I decided on a rack of lamb instead.
Corkus went through the door.
Barz was holding half the docks with some slaves and trolls and most of the usual suspects. He was getting fat and rich gnawing on the bones of the dumb and the slow but his time was coming to an end.
"No Power is Greater than Barz!!" he screamed.
"I'm sure that's true". The Oathbreakers danced around him as the final Heartseeker took him to his knees.
"No one wants you " I was at my most charming. "Where's your boss?".
"You work for the Elf bitch?", he grumbled, his last ounce of tough.
I hadn't noticed she was an elf. But legs trump ears every time.
Merciful shot does wonders to clear the mind.
"Asskkk...Zuuurm..."
Poor choice of final words. But that would do.
So. Zurm.
We met a Giant named Asmolf who pointed us in the general direction. He took care of the local thugs while we went to meet Zurm.
Zurm turned out to be a troll and like most trolls he relied more on size than stamina. He folded like a dropped pizza and claimed he was working for a shill named Fruz. I was getting tired of this troll circus and the more I thought about it the less I liked it.
All these trolls digging a hole to nowhere...I was being paid to find a balrog and I kept coming up troll. Digging troll. I didn't like where this was going. But I wasn't getting rich off my good looks.
Zurm was a pimp running a worm fighting operation on the wrong side of Ghashfra territory. He was well heeled and had a small army of worms and hustlers at his beck and call.
I made a strategic choice. Dooks put a porkchop in the pants of one of the giants. The Butchers took to it like fat kids on a smarty. We walked in the back door like we were invited. No one the wiser.
Alone, Fruz was a cupcake, he invited some friends and we made them taste some warden suprise. He took his death quiet well.
He also took his death quiet. Our leads were running thin. There were two ways to go. back or forward.
I decided on a rack of lamb instead.
Corkus went through the door.
