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As the debriefing continues, Larper's posture devolves into a disappointed slump as his dreams of vanquishing orcs across battle fields and rallying with fellow soldiers are dashed. The details of this quest are exactly the opposite of what he was hoping for. How is he supposed to be celebrated as a hero when acting as a bodyguard in a city overflowing with capable dwarven warriors? As Azora continues with the details, Larper detaches into his own inner complaints and is no longer paying attention to his direction.
Larper slouches into a childish showing of boredom and disappointment and shoots impatient looks at the floor, ceiling and walls. He refrains from speaking, his only comments are long exaggerated sighs. This goes largely unnoticed by the group until he blurts...
"A horse can't even fit in dwarven dwellings!!!"
"..."
"SIIIIGGGGGGHHHH"
Azora says nothing, but takes note of Larper's eagerness--and is sympathetic. He sits down and prepares magic missile.
(Dominu)
As I watch Larper slump into his seat, obviously growing disheartened, I will place my hand on his shoulder and say "brother, do not despair, I sense that there will be much reckoning of souls for the Lord of the Dead in the coming days. On the surface this appears to be a simple mission of guarding against petty treachery, but what lies on the surface does not match the currents below. Prepare yourself and your steel."
Lazzard reaches the top of the mast. Once he reaches the top he clears his ears to equalize the presure build up by holding his nose and blowing as hard as he can. His ears pop, he shakes his bald head back and forth. "Ayyye, much better." He makes himself comfortable, placing his goggles on over his eyes, and a fur cape + scarf he borrowed from the last look out he swapped watches with. "Here now, lets have a looky." Lazzard removes his spy glass lens from its leather pouch and rolls up his hard leather scroll. Placing the lens in the rolled up scroll, he clamps down to hold them in place. He looks side to side.
If Lazzard spots something of interest he will sound the bloody alarm, what ever it may be. I am sure Lazzard knows. Elsewise Lazzard sets his spy glass down to take a swig from his flask. Keeping warm is important at these altitudes. He then goes back to looking around. He will even look around the ship dock to make sure that nothing a stray is going on. Especially with the gnomes.
Wympbumpe reports to Admiral Toenail. At which point he retires downstairs to the engine room, where he belongs, to help out.
Larper slouches into a childish showing of boredom and disappointment and shoots impatient looks at the floor, ceiling and walls. He refrains from speaking, his only comments are long exaggerated sighs. This goes largely unnoticed by the group until he blurts...
"A horse can't even fit in dwarven dwellings!!!"
"..."
"SIIIIGGGGGGHHHH"
Azora says nothing, but takes note of Larper's eagerness--and is sympathetic. He sits down and prepares magic missile.
(Dominu)
As I watch Larper slump into his seat, obviously growing disheartened, I will place my hand on his shoulder and say "brother, do not despair, I sense that there will be much reckoning of souls for the Lord of the Dead in the coming days. On the surface this appears to be a simple mission of guarding against petty treachery, but what lies on the surface does not match the currents below. Prepare yourself and your steel."
***
Lazzard reaches the top of the mast. Once he reaches the top he clears his ears to equalize the presure build up by holding his nose and blowing as hard as he can. His ears pop, he shakes his bald head back and forth. "Ayyye, much better." He makes himself comfortable, placing his goggles on over his eyes, and a fur cape + scarf he borrowed from the last look out he swapped watches with. "Here now, lets have a looky." Lazzard removes his spy glass lens from its leather pouch and rolls up his hard leather scroll. Placing the lens in the rolled up scroll, he clamps down to hold them in place. He looks side to side.
If Lazzard spots something of interest he will sound the bloody alarm, what ever it may be. I am sure Lazzard knows. Elsewise Lazzard sets his spy glass down to take a swig from his flask. Keeping warm is important at these altitudes. He then goes back to looking around. He will even look around the ship dock to make sure that nothing a stray is going on. Especially with the gnomes.
Wympbumpe reports to Admiral Toenail. At which point he retires downstairs to the engine room, where he belongs, to help out.
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