Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141126032139/@comment-32663439-20141203174411

Geralt looked at all of the dead orcs. "Well that's no fun, now is it?" Kodlak and Terlov came down the ridge and joined Etaret and Setsuna.

Sybilla looked at the tome for a moment, and then said "Sure. I suppose you could teach me, if you really want to. But what would be in this for an Ash God teaching a mortal magic?"

Slagar scowled again. "You.........." he sighed. "Youuuuu win. Take your damned coiiiiiin, youuuu louuuusy meeead-absooorbiiing foooolllll!" He pushed the bag over to Qa'do with a huff. He looked at Kavius. "What a sorry lout, you are. Couldn't even down a dozen. It's a cryyyyyyin' shaaame, I say! I'm out of thisssss...............place." Slagar stood up. Everything was spinning. He saw the door and made a stumble for it, tripping over Kavius. He landed on his face, groaning in unison with Kavius. Kavius started clicking his mandibles in an agressive fashion, and Slagar hissed. They began kicking each other while on the floor.

"Stop kicking me, you little cockroach!"

"You first, you slimy hairball!"

"Flightless pidgeon!"

"Ugly kitten!"

"Mudcrab-face!"

"Furry rat!"

They began anew in a drunken kicking session, barely capable of doing any harm to the other. As Slagar would drum Kavius with his hindpaws, Kavius would try to kick Slagar, but instead push him along the floor.