Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131113000143/@comment-10197675-20131116065949

The boat now was docking at the port in Ravon Rock, the orcs quickly leaped out forgetting about Cleingle, because all they could think about was a nice cold mead.

Fat Orc: MEAD MEAD!!

When they were gone Cleingle boat and proceeded into town not being able to see, because of the bag, he was wobbling all over the place still half consious.

Cleingle: BUT I DO WANT BUTTER... WITH MY CHEESE MOTHER.

He then started to bump into aload of people.

(Quite a early post today, there will probs not be another till 5ish to 8ish to night, good RPing to you all)