[Though he wouldn't admit it even under pain of death, Putress -- Grand Apothecary, mind you -- was unfamiliar with a particular herb he found in the fields by the inn. Incensed, he was absolutely positive that the sickly-looking plant with flowers the colour of sour milk simply did not exist in his reality. Since he would know it if he did. Of ( Read more... )

[the Forsaken abomination looks very confused. His third arm holds up the hook menacingly, uncertain if there are friend or foe here. After glancing around for several minutes, he straightens as much as he can and bellows.]

Who takes Gorth away from his troops? Vyrkul are still out there and Gorth has work to do! And killings maybe!

[someone ( Read more... )