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[ic]Aldabrat spears another piece, but stays silent, his other hand always on one of the two pistols he carries even now at his belt.[/ic]

Quote from: Golem[ic]Aldabrat spears another piece, but stays silent, his other hand always on one of the two pistols he carries even now at his belt.[/ic]

[ic]"Interesting," Jelma'c says, "It's not often I see someone using pistols, let alone two. How did you come to own such fine pieces?"[/ic]

[ic=Aldabrat]Aldabrat looks up, biting off a chunk of pork. "Well, in my homeland we obtain... many imports. My grandfather made these himself, from a design which the gnomes brought him..."

He nods.

"He never used them, though. He was not a pistolier... he believed he could sell them to a wealthy dwarf. But when he lay dying, he bequeathed them to me... he probably did not imagine I would actually USE them."[/ic]

[ic=Jelma'c]"A memento of your homeland," Jelma'c nods his head, "You're lucky to have one." He rips a chunk out of his meat.[/ic]

[ic=Aldabrat]"Perhaps. My homeland grants many memories... hopefully I may travel home at the end of this cursed war and see my family again."[/ic]

[ic=Jelma'c]"Doubly blessed." Jelma'c says, "As for me, it'll probably just be another war, another battlefield, and another chance at getting killed. I have nothing as pleasant as family to look forward to after this."

"What are you even doing here, if you've got family?"[/ic]

 [ooc]I'm going to be heading out in about 15 minutes.[/ooc]

[ic=Aldabrat]"My family thought me odd. I prefer these weapons to more... traditional dwarven equipment. I learned to speak common fluently - despite my father telling me that Dwarfcommon was all I would ever need - and I did not want a life of trade to overcome be before I had seen a little of the world..."

He looks slightly bitter for a moment.

"Not precisely what I had expected."
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[ic=Jelma'c]"At least you were thrown out for something you could have changed. Me, I figure out how to do a couple of parlor tricks, and they brand you as a sorceror..." Jelma'c looks at Aldabrat, "Seems we're a group of misfits."[/ic]

 [ooc]And I'm out for the night.[/ooc]

[ic Archer]The man called archer looks up from the campfire. With a scratch at his rough beard he looks over at the "sorcerer" and says "Parlor tricks, eh? Like coins coming out of ears and all that? You should show us some. You know... for those of us who don't make it."

Ah, what am I talking about? Is not like the dead'll care what they did the night before...[/ic]

[ic]Sauntering over to the fire, Ilio pulls off his overly large hat and hangs it on a branch protruding from one of the logs nearby. "Ya wouldn mind if I have some of dis, would ya," he says as he whips out his rapier and spears one of the remaining peices of pork. He takes a large bite out of it then cries out. "Agh! This aint even cooked! Ya coulda warned me," he excalaims as he rests his blade against the rocks of the campfire with the meat in the flames and drops himself to the ground to leand against some convinient logs.
"Was speakin with some of the sentries not half an hour ago. They ain't quite sure what's up, but hopefully we'll finally get some more excitement by morn. I certainly am hoping for it. All this waiting doesn't agree with me." He pause in his chatter to pull out one of his pistols and begins to clean it - even though you could swear he had just done this no more than an hour ago.[/ic]

[ic=Jema'c]"I don't perform." Jelma'c says quietly, "but if you watch tomorrow you might see something. My bag of tricks is a little more potent than a parlor illusionist."

Turning to the newcomer, he asks him, "Why are you in such a hurry? You think tomorrow will be a good day to die?"[/ic]

[ic=Aldabrat]"Tomorrow will be a good day for enemies to die, that is to be sure."

He looks with interest to the newcomer.

"Nice gun there, friend..."
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[ic]"Aw, this thing? Well, it's not bad, a matched set actually," he replies pulling out the other and tossing it to Aldabrat. "Notice the vine engravings on the side? Fabulous work. Marelous story behind how I got these. Probably shouldn't tell it though. There was a lady involved and I don't want to come off as a cad. There used to be a crest, though, just below the hammer - y'see that smooth patch, yeah right there. Scrapped it off ages ago."

Turning to Jelma'c, he replies, "Well, tommorow would be as good a day as any to die - for me or the enemy. Although i find the Reaper to stand by my side more than most. Hasn't got me yet though, and if tommorow's not my time, well I'll be sending a few his way. That's for damn sure."
He pauses to think for a minute, then goes on. "Nah, it's mostly just the anticipation of it. In the thick of it, thinkin on yer feet, filling some other poor fool full of steel or lead - well, there's few times ya feel more alive than that. But sitting here... I just can't stand those times you got nothin to do, but can't even leave to go find something."
At this moment the meat he had dangled in the flames catches fire, and he leaps forward with a cry to extricate his meal from the flames.[/ic]

[ic Archer]Archer chuckles at Ilio's folly and takes a long draught from his skin. "Well, you may get your wish, my little friend. I've never seen orcs be patient for long, and we got 'em for sure now that thuh king is here. Or that's what I heard anyway." Pushing away the meat, he continues to take  occasional drinks.[/ic]

[ic=Jelma'c]"With any luck, we'll be sending our enemies to their afterlife, and not us. Would be a shame to have new friends killed the day after they're made."[/ic]