Emu

Aria Bay

I'll try to post sometime either tonight, or tomorrow if I get too busy. Hopefully it won't come to that though.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Craggard angrily shoved the younger man off of him with a deep scowl. He wasn't as strong as he used to be- not that he was ever particularly strong or agile, but he was sure he could at least land a hit on the runt. He could have, he reckoned, if Lord Grimm hadn't nearly made him shit himself in terror. Craggard rose from the rubble, with an almost hilarious dignity, considering he was just sprawled across the table trying to wring someone's neck. Some members of the Empire seemed to be attempting to save their dignity as well, while other nobles scorned them. Craggard realized that as a noble, he should have been alongside them, scolding the riff-raff who caused trouble. But none of this was his fault- the blame lay squarely on the confederate who dared insult him.

" It won't happen again, my Lord," Craggard mumbled, carefully avoiding offering an apology without disrespecting the intimidating man. He shot the representative one more furious glare. If only he had succeeded in wiping that smug look off the runt. For now, he wouldn't feel too much regret over his failure. Craggard was sure he could get a chance to get back at him later. So Craggard wasn't as handy with a weapon as he remembered- not a problem. He'll just get someone else to do it next time.

With a dismissive Tch aimed at the representative, Craggard sauntered back to his place with the Onxyites.

For the Glory of The Empire

Elias was grateful as he noticed the carriage was speeding up- the sooner he could escape, the better. But, since Elias was Elias, he had to have something to be annoyed at all times, and this time, it was the dog stinking up the wagon. The carriage had been somewhat quiet before the peasant girl, who called herself Circe arrived. It seemed like everyone was suddenly starstruck with the animal now that it arrived. He didn't understand the appeal of dogs. They were smelly and mangy animals, always lumbering around with the stupidest grin. And even though his family had done a fine job chasing off the stray mutts that wandered nearbye, they still plagued the city. His companions' adoration of the creature was misplaced for sure. If anything, they should have been treating him like that. Elias folded his arms, cross that still, nobody had commented on his impressive reputation.

Having temporarily decided to be polite, Elias decided to say something about the dog. Maybe the girl would get it out if he asked nicely." Wouldn't your dog prefer to be out of the carriage in the open air?" Elias suggested through gritted teeth.
@PM

For the Glory of The Empire

Yes, I'll try to post today as well! Sorry, I had friends over yesterday and we were pretty busy.

The Nights of Athea | Dragon-Shifters

@Ambra Good point. I'll adjust the age on there, then!

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

The nobleman's face grew more and more enraged at the other man's prodding. His typically sleepy eyes were now practically bugging out of his skull, and his scowl seemed so deep it threatened to slide off his face. His expression would have been comical if not for the shared tension between the two factions, who now were also throwing insults. Craggard couldn't help but seethe at the young man's remarks. Honestly, him lounging? Someone from White Rock was calling Craggard lazy? His wealth was the product of tedious favors and years of hard work! He hadn't come so far to be made a fool of by a prodigy who knew nothing of his line of work. What place did this squirt have accusing him of laziness?

Craggard's previous vow of chivalry had all but disappeared as the thought of a brawl became more and more tempting. If the boy wanted a fight, then Craggard would happily deliver. Without a second thought, Craggard lunged for a kitchen knife jutting out of a cut of pork. The juices from the meat splattered onto his coat, but for once he seemed unconcerned about it.

"I'LL GIVE YA A GOOD SQUASHING, RUNT!" Craggard roared. With the knife tight in his grasp, he lunged across the table, snarling curses without his usual pretense of civilized speech.

@Vashonn

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Craggard has been effectively triggered at this point lmao

The Nights of Athea | Dragon-Shifters

My round-up of characters is already a sausage fest, I might as well whip up another dude for this rp, just not sure how I'll be able to balance posting with two characters.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Craggard’s head snapped towards the Confederate, a smile frozen on his face. His lips parted slightly, surprised at the outburst, especially coming from a young man who evaded Craggard’s interests so effortlessly before. The nobleman seethed with rage as he briefly pondered on how to react- the bastard was playing dirty, whether or not it was intentional. If Craggard chose to bite back with equal vigor, the Grimms might think him uncouth. If he didn’t, he was letting the little bastard make a fool of him, in front of his comrades no less. The latter was just too enraging a thought to ignore, and Craggard found himself barking in laughter at the very idea, the loud noise echoing the chortles of the representative’s own men. Finding himself increasingly irritated by all the noise, his face darkened. The nobleman slammed his fist on the table to get the confederates attention, rattling the dinnerware on the table in the process. Craggard's voice was mocking and full of barely-disguised anger as he lifted an accusatory finger at the tattooed representative.

“ Ah, don't we have ourselves a model confederate here! All seein’ double and bootless! Truly the epitome of everything White Rock stands for, eh? Here us silly Onxyites were, plucking the best of the best from our ranks when we could have done it classic confederate style- grabbing a few hobos, peasants, and people like this drunk runt off the streets n’ calling it good!”

He sneered at the confederates and their ring-leader, his annoyance at the young man quickly souring into hatred of the pettiest sort. In any ordinary setting, Craggard would have shoved his fork down that prick’s throat as soon as he spoke, all while cussing him out enough to make the toughest sailor blush. But Craggard was going to the bigger man today. (And no, not just literally, dammit!) He would get his sweet revenge later, one way or another.

And besides, he wasn’t about to fight with women in the room.

@Vashonn

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

@Vashonn Holy crap, Geoffrey has more bite to him than I thought! I'm gonna take my time on this post, gotta come up with something good!