<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Dining Area<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 2 - After the Battle with the Gnolls and Finding Molly Dead<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12974857#msg12974857">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 12-02-2017, 15:33:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim chuckles and replies; "Yeah, either as hero or villain we brits are cunning bastards and could be bit daredevil crazy. May you be James Bond or Ernst Stavro Blofeld, perhaps reason why british actors are placed on great villain roles is because we get serious kicks from playing it bad perhaps. But then again historically speaking Britain is one ancient great naval empire which ruled global trade for quite sometime now and started the present era industrial revolution, but that did not become without being one bigger assholes in history in running triangular trade." Tim scratches behind his head and smirks and adds; "But I think most countries have things what to be proud and shamed about themselves, but I think we brits do it bit flair and style in either way!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I know that Bond worked for the British Secret Service, but wasn't he at least part Scottish. I think I recall that. In any event," Charlotte's words were cut off when she heard primal screams come from downstairs as Jessica did her dirty work.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12975345#msg12975345">Quote from: Kathyan on 12-02-2017, 20:26:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>It was a shame they didn't understand her words and frustrated as she was for no getting more answer than growls but still thirsty for revenge Jessica cut one of the gnoll's ears with one clean cut. There was no need for further questioning yet she insisted once again, "Why do you attack this town?, why do you kill these people?", in fact she really didn't care for the townspeople but for Greg only and she wasn't really expecting an answer at this point yet she insisted "Who is your boss?, who commands you to attack this town?"<br/><br/>Then as some members of the mafia do, she continued to cut one the fingers of the beast, she wasn't really aiming to kill it outright and instead dedicated herself to make the gnoll suffer until he gave her an answer she could understand or until he died. The other gnoll would follow a similar but quicker fate if nobody stopped her soon leaving a messy pond of blood behind her. "Take this two with the others and burn the corpses, these creatures don't deserved to be buried and I'm sure nobody wants them rotting anywhere close" she would have set them on fire herself but it had been more than enough for a day, she wanted to take a bath and remove all this blood from her and be ready for whatever destiny awaited for them next.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Those sound like screams of pain," Charlotte told Tim worried. "I should go down to help." She turned around from her door and into Tim with a blush.