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I'm a piece of shit! Yay!
I'm a piece of shit! Yay!
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Caractacus
Caractacus cocked his head. A name? That seemed a bit presumptuous. They were no band numbering in the hundreds, raising war. They were a pair of knights and a captive necromancer lost in the woods. At least the warrior knew they didn't stand a chance against any major force of the dark lord. They also likely wouldn't have much luck throwing themselves in with the Kingdom of Ven. Well, they would, Caractacus would likely be strung up by an angry mob long before they even reached the capitol. Caractacus shook the image of nooses and gallows from his thoughts. He would definitely not be doing that. In fact, Caractacus didn't think much of the axeman's ideas of factions and noble titles. No, he was just trying to make it day to day without dying, and all these future plans seemed far too optimistic. He shook his head. "I h-have no head for such things. I am sure you can c-come up with plans for armies, and I shall follow, yes?"
Caractacus near jumped out of his skin when a third stranger emerged from the brush, as of yet unseen. He threw up an arm, about to order his servant to attack, but quickly dropped it when the stranger seemed non-hostile. Still, Caractacus re-positioned himself once more, stepping such that the zombie was now between him and the newcomer. It put him closer to the warriors, but they at least could be sure of his compliance, such that Caractacus could be sure of their protection. The newcomer, introducing himself as Ysran, professed not only being lost, but suffering from amnesia as well. Caractacus doubted it greatly, seeing it as a ploy to seem non-threatening. He stayed behind the zombie, and decided to let the axeman take the lead. He would back the warriors up if it came to combat.
Righto. I have DnD all day today, but sunday is nothing doing.
Far out. I can have a post up tomorrow, unless someone wants to do something beforehand.
I think we could all use a hug. ;_;
Just a-waitin' on Lich for to do the boyos.
Caractacus
Caractacus stood his ground ,watching the axeman carefully as he pulled something from his pocket. He breathed an inward sigh of relief, just a cigar. He watched as it was lit, and huffed briefly before the axeman spoke. They wanted him to join them in their personal crusade against the Dark Lord and his empire. The axeman offered a couple conditions to such an arrangement, demanding Caractacus release the undead guardsman. He didn't much see why, the man was passed in any case. The body itself could still serve. The knightess was in agreement, both to his joining them, and using only forces of the dark lord as his servants.
Then the knightess stepped closer, and threatened a most terrible and painful death should Caractacus betray them. Somehow, Caractacus managed to turn even paler as he tried to make a response, but she continued speaking. No undead in towns either. He'd be practically defenseless. The axeman finished the offer, asking Caractacus to choose whether to join them, or continue fleeing for his life. Wait a minute, choose? Caractacus narrowed his eyes. They surely were not just going to let him go, were they?
It struck him, flashing back to harsh learned lessons, that they were testing him. It was obvious now that they only offered him a choice to gauge his reaction. Of course they wouldn't just let a necromancer like himself walk away! If he refused, he surely would be cut down. Plastering on a smile, Caractacus nodded. "Of course I will j-join the pair of you." With a wave of his hand, the undead guardsman crumbled, wasting away into dust. It didn't feel right to do so, leaving just one zombie under his command, but whatever it took to avoid these warriors' ire he would have to do. At least until he was able to make his escape.
I think she was threatening Caractacus.
Awesome possum! I'm gonna have a response post up after work tonight if all goes to plan.
Caractacus
They didn't believe him. Caractacus took another step back. "What p-proof can a man offer? I deserted his ranks, I s-seek no conflict." He held his hand out in a sign of surrender, though his other hand gripped his staff tightly. He wasn't about to throw down his only protection to these strangers, but still, he wanted to avoid a painful, chopping, stabbing death. "I suppose the zombies are, eh, perhaps a b-bit off-putting, but these are dangerous times, are--are they not? You would not g-go about without your armor or, er, your axe, would you?"
Caractacus wasn't sure if he should keep up trying to make friends, or just make a break for it. His two zombies surely wouldn't last long, but perhaps, if he empowered them, they could hold the two warriors at bay while he lost them in the forest. Teeth clenched, Caractacus flicked his eyes from the knight and axe-man, to his zombies, and back again. It was obvious he was weighing his odds. "S-surely, if nothing else, we can go our separate ways, yes?"
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