Seein as how ahv takin tae wearin aroon ma kneck when nae in use, ahv got fair guid at whippin it aff withoot too much damage tae masel. Added benefit of a deep cut aroon the throat is ye cover yersel in great fuckin gouts ae blood an see when a foe clocks ye wi that bright blue goad smeared all ower yer face and bright reed blood smeared awair else, I reckon it does them a wee bit of schtonner, ken?
Aye, an ye can gurgle through the throat hole fer the added effect o these big reed bubbles whit forth aroon yer pus like some unholy cravat. Aye, well distractin at the very least, an if ye got the mind tae dae it right, sortae hides yer throat from precision attacks I reckon.
Aye, only against dunderheids like. Onyone that can really hunnle themselves can aim through it but it works on them that’s nae expectin it.
She’s ma gel, luv er I do. Gotten me oot a just aboot as mony fichts as she’s gotten me intae.
Total bastard tae get right but ah’ve been chippin awa at her fer aboot a hunner years noo an she’s flashy as fuck. Lightweight too, cause who the fuck can be ersed luggin aroon a bloody claymore a ower the place?
I’ve got opium smokin tae think aboot an it’s tricky enough keepin the cunndle lit wiout gettin at sticky fuckin stuff ab-SO-fuckin-lutely awhere. Ruined three good kilts when ah wis carryin that claymore an don’t even get me started on the number o seal skin sporrans ahve fucked up wi oil. Bastard stuff dusny come oot at a.
*peers confusedly at you
Wait a minute. If I’m seein double how come there’s mare than twa of yis? Am ah hallucinatin again? Franko’s laid mare bad shit on me hasn’t he? I swear tae the gods he is the worst opium barron ahv ever kent.
*shakes fist at sky
Stop cuttin yer shit Franko! I paid fer the good stuff ye bloody ersehole!
Ooh, I heard about that! Ol’ Winking Marlon is who that was, way I heard it. That poor guy dropped out and became a band manager for The Kinks on their US stint, stayed with them all the way to the end. Said it was a lot less work, but missed getting the free shirts.
I have no idea what happened to him, probably like all the rest, put out to pasture by robots. Might even work at Urban Outfitters these days.
C’est tout la meme pour moi, tete de noeud; amusez-vous avec vos gros jouets lorsque la Corée du Nord a détruit votre grande ville. Vous ne pouvez pas remarquer la perte de cheveux des retombées radioactives, mais vomissez sur votre Westy et votre moto ne sera pas sympa.
Je connais Mark et Carla, je leur dirai quoi un ballot et un débile mental vous êtes.
I’m dinnae really ken much aboot modern fashion pal, but’ahl tak a lookee if ye kin point us at wan. Whassit onywoy? Some kinda bib?
Mind, ahve just come affa wannae them Chinese opium barges an ahv abso-fucking-lutely nae idea whar ah am or whit year it is, so please excuse mah complete lack of cultural decorum. Ken?
*puffs obssesively on ancient, ornate, opium pipe that appears to be carved out of a human femur
*stares at your sword, apparell and transportation for a few minutes
Eh, this stuffs no too bad I guess. Franko done me right after a.
Where possible, I’ve attempted to infer your weapon of choice based on the information in your character registration. If I’ve gotten it wrong or you would prefer a different wording, just shoot me a quick PM.
As times change, the people call the land different things. Similarly, I’ve attempted to infer your origin based on what the land was called at the time your character was born to it and the people that inhabited that region. Again, please send me a PM if it needs correcting.
