"Lord Lorentino? That seems like title inflation." When in a trap make sure to argue semantics about titles, it really really puts your enemy off guard.
"Morley assumed you had a royal title to go with your royal duties."
"Court jester was taken." Also make sure to take your enemies jokes before he can make them. The Red Hand Judge was the typical sort, blood red robes, balding head, no pistol or rifle just a sword (such is the nature of people who can't advance with the times, not unlike myself who advances with everything, right now I'm trying a new thing about drying out my socks, seems like it'll really catch on!)
"Always ready to die with a joke on your lips." He had taken a more aggressive posture, unsheathing his blade and staring me down from a distance.
"Well if I eat them it does some serious damage to my hips, I tell you living life royally has killed my figure." Not really, I tend to be thin as a rail because I eat very rarely (a side effect of the necromancy I believe, well that or I worry about being poisoned too much, either or really). I stood at the door, sure it was probably locked, and sure he was coming to shank me, but I still had magic.
"Do you ever stop talking?" He was coming forward now, sword ready, I tried to gather some magic but came up empty.
"Only when I'm about to strike, and unfortunately I'm feeling a bit empty right now."
"A side effect of the tomb, the rebels tend to pick anti magical shelters, don't worry Trezlan I'll take it nice and hruk...." I shot him through the teeth (well mouth, it made a nice hole through his head), see this is the problem when you rely on a magic person not to use a pistol, or really any kind of ranged weapon. I had evolved in my time without magic, which included of course flat out shooting people. Sure it meant less time stabbing them and dancing around swinging at each other, but it did mean more time looking at someone with a hole through his head dumbfounded that his opponent shot his teeth out. I was feeling pretty confident until I opened the door and looked on at a group of very angry, very fake rebels.
"Thralls... shit." And then I shut the door. See thats how I view my problems in life, shut behind a door counting how many bullets I have left and wondering if I should leave a couple for myself (got to make sure the job gets done). Oh and to follow up yesterdays entry, today I'm all alone on an island in the middle of a river with neither Nidget or Andre around to help, so I got that going for me!
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