4 thoughts on “I heard a new swear in Doskvol today: “Slit the Ink Sea!””

  1. We have so many great idioms in our campaign world: feed the eels (die), raise the canal (die), share a cab (have sex), ride the goat (as previous, solo performance), call the crows (start a fight)..

  2. I’m particularly a fan of the ethnic stuff we’ve come up with. Need to send your rival a message? Toss a Skovlan Porridge through his window and watch the place burn. Not extreme enough? Leave him in the alley with a Severosi Necktie for the crows to find.

  4. “F***in’ weather! It’s even more foggy, then in an iruvian bathhouse!”

    “Never ask a bluecoat for help. The onlything they are helping with, is emptying you pockets!”

    “Hey! I can’t see your hands moving, if you want to get paid for doing nothing, you should join the bluecoats.”

    “Never go out late, without a refill!” (reffering to the pertoleumlamps)

    “Five pints o’ ale a day, keeps the doctor away.”

    “What goes to a hospital, stays at the hospital.”

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