A Man is a Man, A Job is a Job.
Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2005 1:10 am
Innar Absech looks at the stars above him as he sits on the leather blanket he made in the forest, He remembers the earlier event's.
He remembers the first person he met today, while watching the activity in the market place.
"The gods" The man said "sent a troll to help me when I was in need." And then after that "That some idiot dwarf then tried to murder."
I wonder who that dwarf was..... Innar thinks to himself And the orc, Wiergraf......who rudely stopped me in town, and Grutok earlier who nearly got into a fight with me....what kind of fool lets these people into the town?.....Of course, I can answer my own question, John Van Glanwen. It almost makes me sick I had to sit with quite literally my own enemy and share wine and discussion over a fire. His implications towards me tell me he didn't like me much, which is fine....its alot easier to kill one in dislike then in friendship, And his blade happy friend, Who nearly attacked me outside of the tavern, right in plain site and daylight. These people are rather sick....killing in front of maidens and children, for the sake of "He did it first." Innar shakes his head And they criticise me.....and yet they too take money for killing, Government and Anarchy are hand in hand indeed; On one hand, you have to kill or pay a mercenary for yourself and your own families survival. On the other, you pay the bishop for it in lazyness. Thats all I can really see of the people here, Lazyness.
Innar looks at the relatively clear cool night sky.
"Just remember, Sir Town Guard Commander......I am no more, or less, a man then you are." He says, as he lays back for another restless night.
He remembers the first person he met today, while watching the activity in the market place.
"The gods" The man said "sent a troll to help me when I was in need." And then after that "That some idiot dwarf then tried to murder."
I wonder who that dwarf was..... Innar thinks to himself And the orc, Wiergraf......who rudely stopped me in town, and Grutok earlier who nearly got into a fight with me....what kind of fool lets these people into the town?.....Of course, I can answer my own question, John Van Glanwen. It almost makes me sick I had to sit with quite literally my own enemy and share wine and discussion over a fire. His implications towards me tell me he didn't like me much, which is fine....its alot easier to kill one in dislike then in friendship, And his blade happy friend, Who nearly attacked me outside of the tavern, right in plain site and daylight. These people are rather sick....killing in front of maidens and children, for the sake of "He did it first." Innar shakes his head And they criticise me.....and yet they too take money for killing, Government and Anarchy are hand in hand indeed; On one hand, you have to kill or pay a mercenary for yourself and your own families survival. On the other, you pay the bishop for it in lazyness. Thats all I can really see of the people here, Lazyness.
Innar looks at the relatively clear cool night sky.
"Just remember, Sir Town Guard Commander......I am no more, or less, a man then you are." He says, as he lays back for another restless night.