Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-5543592-20140221040807

Lab Coat Billy wrote: "I don't 'owe' you anything. The life of a bloodthirsty brute and a hand is a small price to pay for what is coming," Novo answered, standing up straight and throwing back his hood. "But it appears you still haven't learned your lesson, or else you wouldn't be here. I imagine you are past the point of reasoning since that witless fool is dead, yes?" "Oh cut the crap, Novo!" Shouted Daithi. "We're beyond talking.  You going try and kill us?  Fine, try and kill us.  You want to raise Mannimarico?  Go ahead and try." He kept his eyes on Novo and pointed to the gathering group behind him. "We have taken everything you have thrown at us.  Orcs, undead, necromancers, Thalmor, Imperials; and we've thrown it right back in your face.  Face ot: You. Can't. Stop. Us." Daithi marched up to where Novo was preforming the raising of Mannimarico and glared up at the disgraced commander. "Now either give me the crown of bones, or pull out your sword and show me what you can do with that thing!"