Have a rest, Oberon! Heroes need their rest.If you want to slip away with her, I won't tell anyone. You!? You!? Didn't we leave you for dead in that god-forsaken tower?!.You're not taking me back to clean his socks!.Up in Heaven's Peak, it was Succubus this, Succubus that, why haven't you got wings like she's got.That's sexual harassment, that is, and I won't stand for it. If that Gnarl looks at me funny one more time, I'm going to hit him with a poker!.Is that a pumpkin in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?.One of those Wraiths put something down my trousers!.Uh, we weren't trying to run away from you, honest!.Remember, Sire never trust anything that's head-height with your groin.Ahh, I smell roasted Halfling on the breeze. You're evil! You're really, really evil! I get it!.Reckless Orchestrator of Minion Deaths!.They seem to exist merely to be squashed. A silly little wench, too daft enough to know what she's got herself into. Well that's just typical of her! Er, of her type, I mean, Sire.Some young harlot, I imagine, with full breasts and an empty head.I want to see some proper evil being done out there. If that plague leaves Heaven's Peak, then things are going to get very disorganised.15! That's twice the braincells in the average sheep. ![]() I have seen evil masters come and go: Exploded, disintegrated, immolated.Golden Goldeater was his cousin, but the other dwarves don't like to talk about him. Now there's a name that's just asking for trouble. ![]()
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