Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26258526-20160515191813/@comment-27097330-20160516014111

Eureka Enderborn wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote:

ChazmanianDevil wrote: The marten respond excitedley, jabbering in Old Norse. They seem excited about the prospects. Later that day, several marten in chariots drive up to the Bloodhound headquarters. They are amazed by the size of the minotaurs. A very angry looking minotaur with a very large battleaxe comes stomping out. "What's all this racket?!" He's very shouty... The marten manages to bow low. His guards look more like, "Please Don't Eat Me!" "Do I speak with the leader of the bloodhounds?" "I am Grakthaar the Beheader. What do you want?" "As you may or may not have heard, the Marten are going to war. It is either us, or our enemies, led by Bernard. We wish for your most formidable assurance. Needless to say, you will be payed handsomely." He beckons, and his guards bring forth bulging sacks of delicious meats, the aroma wafting through the air.