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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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*poke poke poke* Don't you dare die on me...
*tries to turn off the Sigs*
What up peeps?
What up peeps?
You can't train a Cat. You can call them, yes, but they come expecting food. Call them enough times without food, and they won't come anymore....
Best kind of big dog to get is a Labrador Retriever... Easy to train, comparatively easy to keep clean, keep tidy, as well as reasonably resistant...
Small dog... don't really do small dogs. Their incessant yipyipyipping just isn't for me. If a cat... depends on your taste, really. You can't train cats.
Small dog... don't really do small dogs. Their incessant yipyipyipping just isn't for me. If a cat... depends on your taste, really. You can't train cats.
It wasn't... that long...>.>
He supposed that there were reasons for him to have been named a part of this group. It was technically a scouting group, and as a scout, Decado had more skill than most. Of course, the skill did not originate from himself, but rather the three foot tall eagle that sat perched on a branch, pretending not to hear him. Some men, those that didn't believe in the magical bonding of man and eagle, or the fact that the barbarians of the North developed this kind of magic before the elders int he cities, thought it had something to do with a sick sixth sense, and while some men made obscene gestures at him when he wasn't looking, and careful signs of prayer and divine protection when he was, they had all been saved by his gift in one way or another, so they gave him less shit over it than they used to.
What he had little doubt was also influential in the selecting of him in this group was the fact that the son of the new leader of the wolves, Arthur, was heading it. It wasn't a foolish move, Decado considered. While not related to the new boss by blood, his heart seemed set on the lad, who showed immense promise as both a leader and a fighter, having taken several prizes in fighting before, as well as proven to be an expert at reading the land around him. He wasn't a fool, but then again, there were better men to lead this kind of mission.
Like you?
Decado ignored the comment and looked over the rest of the troop. Because of the terrain of the forest, as well as the fact that they wouldn't be taking the road up to the fortress, he was forced to leave his horse behind. Despite the fact that Decado was a tall man, he preferred riding to walking a general rule, and being stuck with this premature bunch seemed to be only pouring salt into the wound.
The girl with the rapier seemed competent enough. She was confident, which was half the battle, and overconfident, which lost her the rest. At least she had the presence of mind to fight with some armor on. Of course, she was bringing a rapier, and nothing else, to fight orcs, creatures who tended to walk around in heavy armor. Not the smartest of moves, he thought.
Like bringing throwing knives to fight the selfsame orcs?
Shut up.
There was Rafael, a pickpocket and a thief who prized speed and agility above armor and protection. Of course a fighter like him would carry an off-balance halberd as his weapon of choice, as well as covering up his ears and most of his eyes when he claimed to be able to see and hear better than any human alive. Right. Next came Astiroth, the man that preferred to keep him hood over his face to make sure that none in his troop could see the features underneath. It didn't inspire a lot of confidence in Decado, and the fact that the man fought with a long bow, which required what his hood took away from him, depth of vision, it had him rolling his eyes vigorously. Good thing his skill was with his tongue, because it certainly wasn't with his picking of weapons or attire. And there was that Kirena girl. She had heart, he granted her that, but she didn't have the look of the kind of person that lived past three months among the Wolves. He hadn't seen her fight yet, though, so he would withhold judgement until then.
And we all know how good a judge of character you are...
Shut up and find me some orcs, would you? We'll be here for another decade if we rely on these village bumpkins.
Work, work, work. Keep bossing me around and I'll be raising my fee.
Decado didn't respond, reaching inside his pack and pulling out a strip of dried beef, flicking it into the air. In a lightning swoop, the eagle caught the food out of the air and flew high above the trees silently. Decado rolled his eyes and kept the rearguard, his keen eyes moving through the forest. He missed the snow. feeling that satisfying crunch underfoot as you walk makes walking a bit more enjoyable. Instead, there were leaves and twigs. He scowled, brushing a dead leaf from his long hair and moving towards the front of the group, indicating for Astiroth to keep his eyes on the rear.
"Boss," He growled," The party is about five miles west of here," His voice was deep, gravelly, a northern accent heavily warping his take on the Common Tongue. It was why he called Arthur Boss, and not by his name. Saying Arthur with his accent in a way that resembled how it was supposed to be said bordered on the impossible," They have a wolf with them, carrying their catch. Big thing too. Might want to stay upwind of them if surprise is the intention."
What he had little doubt was also influential in the selecting of him in this group was the fact that the son of the new leader of the wolves, Arthur, was heading it. It wasn't a foolish move, Decado considered. While not related to the new boss by blood, his heart seemed set on the lad, who showed immense promise as both a leader and a fighter, having taken several prizes in fighting before, as well as proven to be an expert at reading the land around him. He wasn't a fool, but then again, there were better men to lead this kind of mission.
Like you?
Decado ignored the comment and looked over the rest of the troop. Because of the terrain of the forest, as well as the fact that they wouldn't be taking the road up to the fortress, he was forced to leave his horse behind. Despite the fact that Decado was a tall man, he preferred riding to walking a general rule, and being stuck with this premature bunch seemed to be only pouring salt into the wound.
The girl with the rapier seemed competent enough. She was confident, which was half the battle, and overconfident, which lost her the rest. At least she had the presence of mind to fight with some armor on. Of course, she was bringing a rapier, and nothing else, to fight orcs, creatures who tended to walk around in heavy armor. Not the smartest of moves, he thought.
Like bringing throwing knives to fight the selfsame orcs?
Shut up.
There was Rafael, a pickpocket and a thief who prized speed and agility above armor and protection. Of course a fighter like him would carry an off-balance halberd as his weapon of choice, as well as covering up his ears and most of his eyes when he claimed to be able to see and hear better than any human alive. Right. Next came Astiroth, the man that preferred to keep him hood over his face to make sure that none in his troop could see the features underneath. It didn't inspire a lot of confidence in Decado, and the fact that the man fought with a long bow, which required what his hood took away from him, depth of vision, it had him rolling his eyes vigorously. Good thing his skill was with his tongue, because it certainly wasn't with his picking of weapons or attire. And there was that Kirena girl. She had heart, he granted her that, but she didn't have the look of the kind of person that lived past three months among the Wolves. He hadn't seen her fight yet, though, so he would withhold judgement until then.
And we all know how good a judge of character you are...
Shut up and find me some orcs, would you? We'll be here for another decade if we rely on these village bumpkins.
Work, work, work. Keep bossing me around and I'll be raising my fee.
Decado didn't respond, reaching inside his pack and pulling out a strip of dried beef, flicking it into the air. In a lightning swoop, the eagle caught the food out of the air and flew high above the trees silently. Decado rolled his eyes and kept the rearguard, his keen eyes moving through the forest. He missed the snow. feeling that satisfying crunch underfoot as you walk makes walking a bit more enjoyable. Instead, there were leaves and twigs. He scowled, brushing a dead leaf from his long hair and moving towards the front of the group, indicating for Astiroth to keep his eyes on the rear.
"Boss," He growled," The party is about five miles west of here," His voice was deep, gravelly, a northern accent heavily warping his take on the Common Tongue. It was why he called Arthur Boss, and not by his name. Saying Arthur with his accent in a way that resembled how it was supposed to be said bordered on the impossible," They have a wolf with them, carrying their catch. Big thing too. Might want to stay upwind of them if surprise is the intention."
Okay, working a post in now...
Also, please call me Bane *smiles*
Also, please call me Bane *smiles*
Despite there being no heroes or much expansion on what exactly the stories were that were her favorites, Korra was enraptured, eyes wide a bowls as she listened, her imagination hooked into the idea. While she disliked getting her hands dirty with soil and mud, to the point where she refused to dig for worms when they were going fishing for in the nearby lake, Keiro had a feeling that she would be paying a lot more attention to the ground now. He smiled distractedly as the elf declared that that was about as much energy as she had for the evening, and that her bed called for her.
"Good night, Shalan," Korra called after her," Good dreams," And then she turned her eyes on Keiro," Pappa, what does articulate mean?"
Keiro chuckled, finishing off his own dinner," It means detailed, long and hard to follow. Much like your own thinking process," He shook his head, standing," Time to get to bed. I'll clean up alone tonight, but only if you go straight to sleep. And say your prayers."
Korra yawned," But I'm not tired..."
"Right," Keiro answered with an eyebrow raised," Just lie down then, and see if sleep won't sneak up on you."
"Alright," She rushed off to their room. The cabin was too small to have one room for the both of them, but he had built two beds. Hers was nearer to the fireplace, his own closer to the window. Keiro smiled and moved to clean up most of the food. The stew was moved into the basement, which was cooler and drier than the rest of the house, and he used the water from a bucket to rinse out the plates and spoons. He cleaned the table of crumbs and put the bread away as well before moving into the room. It had been less than ten minutes, but Korra was already asleep. Keiro smiled, moving over to the bed to cover her with her blanket, bought when she was a child. It was made of wool, and was quite warm.
But Keiro was not going to sleep just yet. He tiptoed to a chest near his bed and opened it, pulling out a dusty book, and moving out into the dining area.
"Good night, Shalan," Korra called after her," Good dreams," And then she turned her eyes on Keiro," Pappa, what does articulate mean?"
Keiro chuckled, finishing off his own dinner," It means detailed, long and hard to follow. Much like your own thinking process," He shook his head, standing," Time to get to bed. I'll clean up alone tonight, but only if you go straight to sleep. And say your prayers."
Korra yawned," But I'm not tired..."
"Right," Keiro answered with an eyebrow raised," Just lie down then, and see if sleep won't sneak up on you."
"Alright," She rushed off to their room. The cabin was too small to have one room for the both of them, but he had built two beds. Hers was nearer to the fireplace, his own closer to the window. Keiro smiled and moved to clean up most of the food. The stew was moved into the basement, which was cooler and drier than the rest of the house, and he used the water from a bucket to rinse out the plates and spoons. He cleaned the table of crumbs and put the bread away as well before moving into the room. It had been less than ten minutes, but Korra was already asleep. Keiro smiled, moving over to the bed to cover her with her blanket, bought when she was a child. It was made of wool, and was quite warm.
But Keiro was not going to sleep just yet. He tiptoed to a chest near his bed and opened it, pulling out a dusty book, and moving out into the dining area.
Edited my character... hope he makes the mustard, as it were...
Comedy gold, huh? I wish one could exchange that in the bank for cash...
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