08-17-2016, 08:05 PM
Returning to where the others stood about with his attire and skin cleaned of most of the spatter from before, Capri looks to Wizwik and Golbahg and with a sudden pinch of anger grasps down at Wizwik's head before lifting him and turning him towards his own gaze laced with Orcish rage.
"Ya'll can be defendin' all ya like Tiny One, but ya tryin' to turn this into a game and such ain't right. Antagonizing them folk from beyond is the stupidest shit ya can be up and doing right now. Back off and chill out, if they do shit then wreck 'em. Otherwise hold ya fuckin' weapon and shit aside cause I ain't wanting a fucking shitstorm flyin' on through here. Under-fucking-stood Tiny One?"
His grip on Wizwik's head is tight enough to lift but not enough to crush.
"Ya'll can be defendin' all ya like Tiny One, but ya tryin' to turn this into a game and such ain't right. Antagonizing them folk from beyond is the stupidest shit ya can be up and doing right now. Back off and chill out, if they do shit then wreck 'em. Otherwise hold ya fuckin' weapon and shit aside cause I ain't wanting a fucking shitstorm flyin' on through here. Under-fucking-stood Tiny One?"
His grip on Wizwik's head is tight enough to lift but not enough to crush.
A Tall and Lanky Orc, he wears a collection of strange clothing and colours. He always carries a supply of his brews upon his back and a stein in hand.
He is a Brewer of the Kraja Isles.
Owner of the Brewer's Isle within the Gilded Dragon Tavern.
OOG - Christian Kimmerer
Email - busted-pc@hotmail.com
He is a Brewer of the Kraja Isles.
Owner of the Brewer's Isle within the Gilded Dragon Tavern.
OOG - Christian Kimmerer
Email - busted-pc@hotmail.com