Boldhome Heroes

Dararda was depressed. She liked boldhome but the duty as warrior consumed more and more time. Without any action and glory to be gained I will be old and grey before I reach a suitable position. A few days later she packed her sack and marched of to the front. Death or glory in mind. (ooC: Lets ear...

I would be honores to visit your new brnch of buisness. Expect me in week 4

Count me in. Looking forward for a nice evening and some drinks.

It would be a pleasure for me to see you in week 3 in my club to share a few drinks and plan the future adventures here in Boldhome.
Bring your companion around. Drinks are on me.

Dararda

If there wont be a rescue I would be honored to share a drink.

"My good Grumbold!" Don't fear the gods smile upon those that grap the moment. Let us both show the enemy what they have to expect if they threaten a Boldhome hero." ooC.: If we find some more capable and not to critical companions we could be the heroes of Boldhome and build the foun...

After another drink. Dararda was already sketching a first plan on the tableboard. Using her fingers. After dipping them in ale she found it more and more doable to get the felloow out of his prison.

ooC.: Count me in Dararda Jarnasdaughter is drunk eneough to join in. Week1?

Again my friends, let us try the rescue...

ooC: All fine. Any plans for a rescue mission?

Dararda heard the sad fate of Malvolio. "Perhaps I might get a few Lunars. But it won't be much. Any chance we might get this poor fellow out of the tribes hands? I am currently available and if we figure out a rescueplan..."

ooC.: I am to stupid to post in the correct threat.

"Well quite the opposite." Dararda nearly spilled her drink. "Could you tell me what happened to this person? I am pretty run down on money but if I can give a helping hand?"