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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 8:42:17 GMT -5
"Farmer is a bitch!" Rurke growled. "As for Pig Fucker, well, he can go fuck a pig for all I care. I wanna go down to that village, Tuske, now that ya mention it. I want me a woman, and by the gods, they got women, guarantee it."
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 8:48:03 GMT -5
"Well you get all the woman you want, just bring me back something to drink. This fucking wall is freezing off every last part of me and I need somethin' warm." Tuske pulled the hood over his head and adjusted his belt. "Be back in about three hours. And you better have a flagon of mead in here, brother!" With a chuckle, Tuske left the room.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 8:53:41 GMT -5
Shortly after Tuske went to guard the wall, Rurke stole away from the bunks as quietly as possible, heading for the nearby village, where there may be women.
He returns three hours later with mead but with less much coin. "That whore couldn't give a blow job for nothin!" he complained, passing out on his bunk, drunk.
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 8:56:54 GMT -5
Tuske returns, finding his brother passed out on his box. A half empty flagon of mead stood next to the bed and Tuske grinned. He downed it in one and then kicked his brother awake.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 8:59:04 GMT -5
"You're really a man!" Rurke screamed, and then realizing he awake and done with his dream, looked embarrassed, but said, "How was wall duty? Kill Pig Fucker?"
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 9:02:04 GMT -5
Tuske eyed his brother curiously for a moment before taking off his cloak. "Freezing. Didn't get a chance to shove pig-fucker off the wall, but the spears they give us are good enough to shove up his arse. Find any women?"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 9:03:54 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, women. Tons o' them. I fucked me three or four, too bad you weren't man enough to go with me. Them women were so eager they may 'ave even let you watch, which is perty good, 'siderin the big ugly thing you are, brother."
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 9:05:22 GMT -5
"PAH! Your cock is tiny, brother! Them wenches would just be gettin' frisky after you were done with 'em!" Tuske grabbed his crotch. "Then they'd be gettin' some of this! The titan I call him, and a titan he is! HAH!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 11:34:54 GMT -5
"Oh, shut your bloody trap, Tuske. If you have a titan, then it be a baby titan. Berta told me 'bout your manhood, or lack of!" Rurke said, bursting into laughter at his own words.
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Post by Sam on Apr 16, 2008 11:38:25 GMT -5
Ser Jaymes strode into the bunk room after the end of his Watch Shift and stopped short upon seeing the two men comparing pricks. "Shall we spar now? The training yard is empty, plenty of space." He spat on the ground, and walked away without even looking to see if the two northern cowards were following him.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 11:40:31 GMT -5
"Why not right here, craven bitch?" Rurke yelled. "Fight with your fists instead of hiding behind your bloody sword training, little lordling."
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 11:40:36 GMT -5
"HAH! We're ready, Farman!" Tuske grabbed his cloak again and followed the man to the training yard.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 11:42:00 GMT -5
"Farman? I thought it was Farmer?" Anyways, he grumbled. "Tuske, this little girly man has been training with those steel blades his whole sorry life. Let's beat him bloody with our fists, see how he likes it."
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 11:43:11 GMT -5
"No! He wants his fight with steel, we'll bring it to him! Even blunt, my axe'll hurt the poor bastard good!" And witht hat Tuske left the room.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 11:43:59 GMT -5
Rurke cursed and stumbled out into the cold, staggering as he walked. "She was a bloody man!" he said to himself, incredulous.
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Hope you all are well and happy.