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What do you do with a drunken Space Wolf

Whaddya do with a drunken Space Wolf

Whaddya do with a drunken Space Wolf

Earl-ly in da mornin

Kick him and shout in his ear to further itrritate his hangover :)

*wakes up from his nap*

 

Are you kids STILL brawling?

 

*sees he now has four ale steins, including the Iron Priests* Well, perhaps this isnt so bad.

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*slides permanent marker into Skirax's pouch so it pokes out conspicously before sneaking out to take part in the Fangs Arena of Death*

I feel like I'm being picked on, and there is a vast conspiracy that leads all the way to High Lords of Terra against me.

 

*runs off to Wolf Priests for 'therapy' sessions that mysteriously involve one of the Fang's rooms being filled with ale*

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*slides permanent marker into Skirax's pouch so it pokes out conspicously before sneaking out to take part in the Fangs Arena of Death*

I feel like I'm being picked on, and there is a vast conspiracy that leads all the way to High Lords of Terra against me.

 

*runs off to Wolf Priests for 'therapy' sessions that mysteriously involve one of the Fang's rooms being filled with ale*

*Grey mage raises his old staff and sends a heavy blast at the two huddlums and knocks them on their butts*

 

*sighs*

 

Damn kids *uses the beer steins and a trencher to clean the marker off his face*.

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*glances at Nacho Wolf's body, unceremoniously sprawled in a pool of Ale*

 

He hath found his peace, deep, deep in the warm pool of blood, sweat, ale and... urine?

 

*shrugs and walks away*

 

The Fang seems... peaceful now. Quiet... *narrows eyes* too quiet.

 

*throws bloodclaw out of the way and sits at the bar*

 

Sometimes silence is its own reward. Bout time these whelps stopped yapping.

 

*swigs ale*

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*glances at Nacho Wolf's body, unceremoniously sprawled in a pool of Ale*

 

He hath found his peace, deep, deep in the warm pool of blood, sweat, ale and... urine?

 

*shrugs and walks away*

 

The Fang seems... peaceful now. Quiet... *narrows eyes* too quiet.

 

*throws bloodclaw out of the way and sits at the bar*

 

Sometimes silence is its own reward. Bout time these whelps stopped yapping.

 

*swigs ale*

*Walks back to the bar with Ephrael Stern*

 

Would you like some more ale there Zynk? :D

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