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Arrrrr. Call me Gruntboy. 'Ere be a place fer you to tell yer stories of pitched battle, heroism and rugged survival out on the hellish forzen waste that is the Dale.

There be a 3 drink minimum and a 5 scar minimum. Spammers are not welcome, story tellers get one on the 'ouse. There be a cover charge to let stinkin' Drow in. So lets 'ear those tall tales. If there be a good bard amongst you that can sing the tale of their brave band, the next round is on me!

Let no man or woman or beast be afraid, let the drinks flow and the stories unfold before our very eyes... Arrrrr....

Yea blueberrys!
gimme a pint! quick!

this me friends is a story to be told over time ay!

me and me lads had just landed i targos and some little guy told us to kill some goblins...goblins! me freinds...goblins atleast 25 feet high...green as the leaves and with a giant club i each hand, that me friend is a goblin!

but me did not be afraid we entered the big warehous and, yes another pint me good friend!, there they were big as trees but there heads were flying alla round the place there were blood everywhere...i tell you!

but we, me and me lads, won a most glorious victory i must say...but no more time here i have goblins to kill!

forwards men!

Arrr! Do I have to use this accent while telling my story? Arrr!
Oh very well "matey". *grumble*

Aye...it was a dark, en very dark that night, arrr... And me and me matey's saw a wall of barrels I be reckoning. And there be an army of orcs on the other side. I be wanting to run in there rupture the guts of me enimies, but wait I thought. Stategy be best in this situation, aye. So naturally, I be sending me long range guys first to tackle the orc scum (can you even tackle with long range weapons?) Aye nevermind that! So I be shooting their bloody guts out, till I ran out of firepower. Me backs to the wall. Fire potions I found. And I be throwing them like....well like something that throws a lot. Lets use a bloody American baseball pitcher as the synonym. Aye, nevermind that. So I was throwing them like wildfire, and the wall of barrels collapsed in the barrage of fire, I reckon. So them Orcs who had their guts beaten out of them were free to horde at me party. Me backs to the wall I say! And my cleric lass was getting beaten bad, and I had to retreat, I did. She healed herself with what, that healing spell and whatnot. So me barbarian went in there chargin' like a rhino. And in a flash of orcken blood on the cold snow, the battle was over, I wreckon' and we all got to fight another day. And enjoy this drink as we speak. Aint that right, aye?

argh Arrr
Poor little Dios suffering from too mutch wine so i took the liberty of correcting your text a little

Yea blueberrys!
gimme a pint! quick!

this me friends is a story to be told over time ay!

me and me lads had just landed i targos and some little guy told us to kill some goblins...goblins! me freinds...goblins atleast 25 inches high...green as the leaves and with a giant huthing in either hand, that me friend is the only goblin i in my current stae as a chicken daresto fight!

but me did was so afraid we entered the tavern and hid under a table for the rest of the year

the end

and give me the 3 drinks in good ol`fashion moonshine.

As our dear beloved Monggo says

but me did was so afraid we entered the tavern and hid under a table for the rest of the year

Why does he than feel the need of blaming me for his own mistakes and failures?

I demand justice to be made! Defend yourself Monggo!
*Dios throws a spoon in Monggos face*
- Sorry, i didn't have any glove at the time being...

Arr, gents, keep it civil, there ain't blood and sawdust on the floor of this tavern fer no good reason... (LOL).

Goblins eh? Tough little swine says eh... but nary a tale starts out with modest skirmishes with the little Greenskins.

Ho Ho! Reminds of the time Ol' Wooden Stump the Dwarf bagged a few gobbos. "Cold?!" sez he, "Too much snow?, he says, "Short am I?". Well, how I laughed, tough fella walking across the snow fields with a goblin tied to each foot... Heheheh...

*takes a bench and throws it at Dios *

*Teddy jumps up and kicks the bench i two pieces*

- Well Grunty me thinks that you should throw our loved monggo out... *gruntys guys are comming*

-Run monggo, run!

Heh ! I's just whack the twins arse good yesterday. It's one to be remember besides my battle w/ Sarevok on Baldur's Gate. That mage really trouble some if ya don't let him kiss concrete soon. Summons summons and summons. Whatta cheap fella - too bad he kissed concrete soon than he thinks thanks to my trusty "Chera Summat" and Christy da Barbarian

Christy : "SMACK WHOM ?" Oh yeah we'll ignore that arrogant twins first and let the monks deal with them. While we breaks all their follower skulls.

Dunno why but "Power Word Silence" just can't work with the twins so it's raining ice, fireballs and lightning for them

make sure you make some brewski into their pool, smash the globe of essence and help the monks before you fight them. Those demon guards are invincible if ya don't

We ain't had a decent fight in 'ere for years. Most fellas baulk at the sight of the huge twin-bladed battle axe hanging above the bar.

Them twins sound nasty Mr KidD.

Aye, Count Le'Grunt those twins are badd in terms of cheap. They rely on goons. Irenicus fights better than the twins.

Besides cheap that "Chicken" twins rely on high res & barrier too much. Me, Christy da Barb have real tough time smacking their sorry skull - it's like they're made of titanium And that arrow of dispelling are nothing for them - me thinks Angie the Rogue got'em with Arrow of impact +2

And for our summoned monsters they simply turn them against us.

Crackle ! Crackle !

Ooops sorry for spilling those booze anyway. Da ladies got some rough days. Mind ya I'm the only male on da partee