Neale
Old school bastich
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Thorr
Thorr's armor had protected him from most of the damage resulting from his ill-advised charge through the melting steel door, but he was still hurt fairly badly. The shock of the ice-cold water splashing over him was enough to bring him back to what would pass for consciousness.
"Urgh. Thorr not feel so good. Where pretty lady?" Wincing, he got shakily to his feet. He looked over, through the remains of the door, straining to see straight, and saw Morgoth and the new sorceress talking. Carefully not shaking his aching head, Thorr stepped over the limp form of Ralcair, and approached the pair of magicians.
"Hello, pretty lady! You not trying to kill Nekkie anymore? Hokay. As soon as this Balrog stops dancing inside my head, I help you rescue virgins."
Thorr's armor had protected him from most of the damage resulting from his ill-advised charge through the melting steel door, but he was still hurt fairly badly. The shock of the ice-cold water splashing over him was enough to bring him back to what would pass for consciousness.
"Urgh. Thorr not feel so good. Where pretty lady?" Wincing, he got shakily to his feet. He looked over, through the remains of the door, straining to see straight, and saw Morgoth and the new sorceress talking. Carefully not shaking his aching head, Thorr stepped over the limp form of Ralcair, and approached the pair of magicians.
"Hello, pretty lady! You not trying to kill Nekkie anymore? Hokay. As soon as this Balrog stops dancing inside my head, I help you rescue virgins."