OOC
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OOC: So I am to suppose that Gordrich is in Meepiluch? OK, that's no problem.
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Wait what?
I don't know where the hell Gordrich is, except that he's in his office...now that I think about it, I'd say about 100-150 miles from Meepiluch. That'll do nicely, I hope...
IC:
The Slig returned. Gordrich sat up quizically.
"Nuthin, sir."
Gordrich heaved a shuddering sigh. He could be paranoid at times and knew it; there were days where not an hour passed when a conspiracy of sorts was not planned against him, according to what he told, which wasn't much.
He snorted and, with a resignatory expression, turned to the window.
"Should I leave, sir?" The Slig queried.
Suddenly Gordrich had an idea.
"Huh...? GETABACK TODDA DAMN YERD, IDIOT!"
"Uh..."
"YA 'ERD ME!"
"Um...right, sir."
Gordrich adjusted himself in his seat and dozed off.
A few minutes later
There was a knock on the door.
"WHAT?" Gordrich yelled.
Translation - "Enter".
"Sir?"
Gordrich grunted. Translation - "Well, get on with it."
"Weekly report, sir."
"In the middle of the night?"
The Slig cleared his throat. "It's urgent, sir."
"WELL, READ IT THEN!!"
He cleared his throat again. "I've received a report from the remote guards on the border of Meepiluch. Word is that a Glukkon by the name of ZipZap entered Meepicluch late last night. We did some background checkin' on him, and seems that he's planning to build some sorta Slig Barracks there, and..."
Gordrich didn't let him finish. He jumped three feet up into the air, and bellowed,
"WHAT??? THAT SON OF A
BITCH IS TRYING TO STEAL MY LAND, HUH? THE LAND IS MINE! YA HEAR ME? MINE! MINE! WHAT THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING, EH?"
He shuddered.
"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? HUH??"