Red Ribbon Army recruitment corner
Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 1:40 pm
*whispers*
'Oi, you! Yes, the lot with the confussed and lost expression written all over your faces; have you got the 'free' tour yet?
Take you to the markets? Why? You want to get robbed in plain daylight by these scammers? You would leave poor my friend, but we happen to know the right people.'
'.... Want to buy some premium equipment, very cheap?
Yes, I know it has got some dents; the previous owner had a nasty accident, trampled by his own mektoub mount. But you should have seen how that axe cleaved through herds of messabs.'
'Ah, the bar!'
*makes the customer order a round of drinks*
'Nice chap that barman is; for a couple of daps he' ll serve you any kind of beverage from all over Atys. Slip him some more and his tongue tends to loosen up.'
*rubs nose*
'.... How about some nice quality armour?
There you go; seems like you' re ready to take on an army of kitins when wearing that, albeit a small army....... severly wounded preferably.
What? That' s not blood, that' s ... err... protective coating.
And no, those are ventilation holes. Gets hot sometimes in an armour, you know?'
*mutters* 'Sheesh, bunch of know-it-alls.' *coughs*
'Shall we carry those bags for you? Looks heavy.
Yes, you could call us 'helpfull' I guess.
.... So, and these are the dark back-alleys and I guess this will be the end of the tour at the same time.
Now, if you will kindly step right through this dooway then you' ll get the chance to get acquianted with the rest of our 'family' '
*the sound of wood landing on hollow skulls*
'Oi, you! Yes, the lot with the confussed and lost expression written all over your faces; have you got the 'free' tour yet?
Take you to the markets? Why? You want to get robbed in plain daylight by these scammers? You would leave poor my friend, but we happen to know the right people.'
'.... Want to buy some premium equipment, very cheap?
Yes, I know it has got some dents; the previous owner had a nasty accident, trampled by his own mektoub mount. But you should have seen how that axe cleaved through herds of messabs.'
'Ah, the bar!'
*makes the customer order a round of drinks*
'Nice chap that barman is; for a couple of daps he' ll serve you any kind of beverage from all over Atys. Slip him some more and his tongue tends to loosen up.'
*rubs nose*
'.... How about some nice quality armour?
There you go; seems like you' re ready to take on an army of kitins when wearing that, albeit a small army....... severly wounded preferably.
What? That' s not blood, that' s ... err... protective coating.
And no, those are ventilation holes. Gets hot sometimes in an armour, you know?'
*mutters* 'Sheesh, bunch of know-it-alls.' *coughs*
'Shall we carry those bags for you? Looks heavy.
Yes, you could call us 'helpfull' I guess.
.... So, and these are the dark back-alleys and I guess this will be the end of the tour at the same time.
Now, if you will kindly step right through this dooway then you' ll get the chance to get acquianted with the rest of our 'family' '
*the sound of wood landing on hollow skulls*