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The Master and the Minion - IC Thread
Gargulec:
'Put. This. Helmet. Down' sneered Tristan. 'Why do you insist? It is not even magical.'
Malek Deneith:
- "And you know that - how exactly? You say you aren't fond of 'company of thieves'. Well I'm starting to get tired of comany of overzealous fanatic. Open your eyes and look at the world for a change, instead of your religious fantasy. Should this thing be magical, and not cursed - and note we do not know which it is - leaving it here to rust is a waste only an mal'ai would make" - rogue snarled.
Gargulec:
'Say what you want, believe what you want' dryness disappeared from Tristan's voice. He calmer than ever. 'Even if you are right, I firmly believe that there are some principles worth adhering. And respect for everyone, foes included is definitely one of them'
Madtrixr:
"Well...um..you see..." Aden fumbles with words a bit, before deciding to reveal something that only Norian would know. "My...Grandfather, was a very powerful...warlord. He...defended countless lands from goblins, ogres, orcs...you name it, he fought it...and his helmet was one of the most magnificent things i have ever seen. One day, he was felled in battle, his helmet lost, and ever since that day, I have had a fascination with helmets of many kinds, and maybe hope to one day encounter the Uthadar family Heirloom, The Helmet of Aleth-Ku Uthadar. That is one of the things that fundamentally drives me, Paladin. Just as your god drives you. I have a feeling that somehow, this helmet holds a clue, but I am not sure what."
S.K. Ren:
Off to the side, Ma'kirr sat stretched out. Unfortunately her companions' arguing was starting to get in the way of her relaxing. "I swear if they don't shut up soon, I'm going give 'em each a good thumping..." she muttered, tightening her grip on her greatspear.
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