You're so bad for our rep.

I'm pretty sure its the Trollocs that cook everyone else.

 

Puts some basil in the fire. AHAHAHAHA get it? get it????

har-dee-har-har

*trips rand and throws him in Narg's pot*

 

I'm pretty sure its the Trollocs that cook everyone else.

 

Puts some basil in the fire. AHAHAHAHA get it? get it????

har-dee-har-har

*trips rand and throws him in Narg's pot*

 

*Moon's still holding onto the leash and falls in as well*

What the bloody hell? We are not the BT. I expect more finesse in your mayhem. This, this is bleh. 

Whatever happened to Narg anyways?

Narg think Rand boy pathetic and need to get in Narg pot for dinner. Narg hungry.

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!

Narg smart, Narg know when mayhem need start. Narg start by eating silly boy who thinks he big bad shadowspawn.

*hands Narg salt and pepper and some other spices*

 

For your cookpot. 

... betrayed by the one I used to control, so cruel.

Narg think Narg make rack of ribs and dog stew. Narg say hags too sinewy to make anything edible. Narg use their fat for kindling and bones for skewers. Narg then take over Shayol Ghul and bring darkness down upon DM. Narg rule all.

... betrayed by the one I used to control, so cruel.

 

Meal no talk to Narg. Meal go cower in corner until Narg ready with spices.

*punches Narg in the stomach*

 

For some reason I think your real name is Buck F. if you know what I mean.

Narg needs to hide his identity better.

Narg needs to hide his identity better.

 

Be lucky Narg no call the wrath of Shaidar Haran down on you. Meal worm getting close.

*tapes Nargs mouth shut* There much better. :D

*tapes Nargs mouth shut* There much better. :D

 

Why you silly little doggie. Narg is my pet. Grovel, worm! 

I regret venturing from my hole in the mafia corner.

*punches Narg in the stomach*

 

For some reason I think your real name is Buck F. if you know what I mean.

 

I have no idea what you mean, for what it's worth.

I regret venturing from my hole in the mafia corner.

 

*punches Narg in the stomach*

 

For some reason I think your real name is Buck F. if you know what I mean.

 

I have no idea what you mean, for what it's worth.

 

I don't think I do either at this point.

I regret venturing from my hole in the mafia corner.

 

*pets her new pretty* 

 

Hi e-husband.

 

 

*punches Narg in the stomach*

 

For some reason I think your real name is Buck F. if you know what I mean.

 

I have no idea what you mean, for what it's worth.

 

I don't think I do either at this point.

 

 

I don't see you groveling!

 

 

 

*punches Narg in the stomach*

 

For some reason I think your real name is Buck F. if you know what I mean.

 

I have no idea what you mean, for what it's worth.

 

I don't think I do either at this point.

 

 

I don't see you groveling!

 

I don't grovel for anyone.

*releases leash and Travels outside cookpot*