Well.
Yeah.
Following the trend of lower people to be offed, I'll throw my hat into the ring. Not quite the loon-esque screenshots, but here are two of my favorites.
Ghrn on day two making friends.
Ghrn vs. Ledskir, Round one.
last, but not least,
The Final Round (Text version. Way better to read than Screenshots. Screenshots it was just 4 vs. 1 on Ghrn bleeding XD)
[Ghrn sees two people confronted by ledskirs, and hears: Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] I'm open to persuasion.Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] How about see y'in hell? [Un-invisible, Choke-bag, a few good hits, then attempted Invis and Subdual]
Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Piqued y'interest there, bloke? You're looking alot more solid then y'kind. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] **Subdued** Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] [stomp stomp] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Knock that bloody bastert -out-. Karm Havit: [Talk] Grr! Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] *adds in a kick* [Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans and mutters] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Bloody [Coughs] Tyra- Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Stupid piece of shit. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Passes out] Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Keep swinging. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] [uses the butt of the shaft to smash his skull] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Goes limp, much squishing noise in the skull region] Karm Havit: [Talk] Back off elf. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] That's enough. Karm Havit: [Talk] This is Ledskir Business. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] 'E's alright, Havik. Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Right. Take a peak here. Karm Havit: [Talk] Alright. Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] He hit me with it too. Migh tas well throw in my lot. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] From th'look of him, might be one soon. Karm Havit: [Talk] Aye Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Some nice things, Gray. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Aye, that's so. Karm Havit: [Talk] Hopefully Karm Havit: [Talk] Do we kill 'im? . Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] What'y reckon? 1000 coin for the git's rudeness to be forgotten? Karm Havit: [Talk] Aye that sounds abou' right. Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Sounds about right. I'm keeping his cape. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Right, righ'. Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Fancy amulet, too. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] I'll take th'coin. Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] *stands back watching, his arms crossed* Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Bloody, beaten, like most things in lower under Ledskir's boot] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans and mutters] Tika Tymbalm: [Talk] *slips away in the commotion* Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] [kicks the duergar in the ribs] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] S-Seen better bea-[Groans at the kick] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Get up, y'piece of shit. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] No you ain' Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Shit. He's got himself a nice surcoat. [RwG12] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Coughs an stands, collapsing again] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] How stupid do y'get? Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] N-[Groans] Nicer be-[Coguhs] Beards on a Drow Matro-[Spits out blood] Matron's south border- Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Lucky Battleload ain' one for killing invalids. [ Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans and laughs weakly, spitting out blood] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Do you want to die, you dumb bastert? Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] *a slight smile crosses his face at the insult* Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Hey, Havok? [sharpcat] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Shut your face, or make sure you wish I only killed ye. Karm Havit: [Talk] Aye Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Don't I look right classy in this surcoat? Karm Havit: [Talk] Ye look classy alright! Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Y-[Coughs] y'don'e d'serve t'-[groans] Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Shame it was being wasted on Gray trash. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] I'm teacher, you're me student. You pay your tolls like a good little pissant, and I'll make sure your legs go unbroken. Karm Havit: [Talk] Aye true Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] [stoves his face in brutally] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans at the kick to the face, spittle and other things best left in the body spewing out] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] I said button it, you joker [Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Y'rmom didn't butto-[Groans] Button it-[Coughs loudly] Las-[Hack] Last dark... Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Giggles punch-drunkenly, wiggling his pelvis, clearly suffering head-trauma] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Lesson best be learnt. Teacher only schools 'is students once. And- Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] You stupid, rothe-brained turd. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Takes the next few hits with a bloody grin on his face] Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] *shakes his head at the Duergar's persistence* * Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] [repeatedly, and with ferosious strength, breaks all the duergar's bones with his axe butt] Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] You got a name, elf? [ Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Augh! Olwe Lissessul: [Talk] *glances away from the brutality* Yeah... name's Olwe. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] You speak shit once more t'me, coalskin, and m'patience runs out. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [His skull mostly purple with bruising] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Pay y'fines, keep your legs unbroke. Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Folks call me Beat. Think I've seen you about, before. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Bob your broken head if y'understand. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Y-Yer name wou-[Coughs] Woulda been Hahmntk too if I had th' five gold yer whore of a ma-wante-[Groans] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] You wanted to die, you piece a shit. You just wanted to. [with two hands, he lifts up his immense axe and brings it down, severing the head] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans, the axe slitting his throat] Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] I'll let ye bleed out, like. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Leave 'im.
[At negative 2 health at this point] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Gurgles on the blood spewing in a fountain from his neck] Beatrice Cunningham: [Talk] Start looting, Havok. Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Aye. Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Phre-[Groans, blood spurting] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Do- Olwe Lissessul: [Tell] Heh, well, it was a nice gesture! :( Ogryd Battleload : [Talk] Ain' going to be needing it, and - shit, still alive? Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] [Groans] Ghrn Hahmntk: [Talk] Dom.
Phre-Do-Dom.
<3 was one of my best death's yet guys. Kudos. Ledskir is a force to be reckoned with.