Dibs on Heroism(Valor)
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God Bless the USA! Happy 4th Everyone! (though admittedly a day late)
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Oh yay-- the status bar has turned into Twitter again... My favorite.
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Damn dude-- don't remind me what's been taken from us.... I seriously miss that game.
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Imagine not using maple syrup to sweeten your coffee.
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AFTER MUCH TIME-- LIFE RELEASES MINE GONADS FROM ITS CRUEL VICE...... YA BOI RETURNS!
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@Haeo you're a damn liar and you know it
@drewccapp@Jollan@Lotrix Molick
With a small smile and nod, Anrak took the bible back from Kistal's hands, his eyes expressing a silent gratitude for the satyr's understanding.
However, just as he was about to return to his work, Kistal's final remark caused the massive man to suddenly freeze, as he whipped around in fear to check on his food; only to find it was near perfectly cooked.
Turning back towards Kistal, he responded with a low, angry growl, "Never. Joke. About. Th' food."
Then his precious roast burst into flame.
After spending a large portion of the night working on his armor, Anrak slept like a rock through the whole ordeal of the early morning hours.... What did wake him, was the smell of blood reaching his half-breed nose. Instinct immediately took over as the large man's eyes snapped open, his hands flying to his blade as he practically threw himself to his feet.
Just as he was about to draw his blade however, he stopped. Seemingly, no one else in the camp was threatened by the presence of the blood-soaked newcomer. Seeing that this individual was a Sylve, Anrak wasted no time in donning his helmet, and newly made armor. The armor, was simple, but based off the design Anrak remembered his mother recounting the minotaur soldiers of The City wearing. Having reused the material from his previous set of armor, he now had a chest plate, some pauldrons of leather and bone, and a battleskirt of especially thick leather slabs, cut into triangle topped rectangles, and sewn onto a belt at his waist. Thought he could not hide his physical appearance, Anrak hoped that his current attire was a far enough cry from what he used to wear, (or lack thereof) that he wouldn't possibly be recognized.
As he listened to the Newcomer's message, Anrak felt a twinge of regret; it was his fault the lass hadn't been there, and he doubted words from someone she saw as a phony would provide much comfort.
As Allanon called into the group, Anrak stepped forward to speak, "Aye been part uvah crew befur. On account ah me size, aye can't say that sneakin' is somethin' ayem good at though."
With a small smile and nod, Anrak took the bible back from Kistal's hands, his eyes expressing a silent gratitude for the satyr's understanding.
However, just as he was about to return to his work, Kistal's final remark caused the massive man to suddenly freeze, as he whipped around in fear to check on his food; only to find it was near perfectly cooked.
Turning back towards Kistal, he responded with a low, angry growl, "Never. Joke. About. Th' food."
Then his precious roast burst into flame.
After spending a large portion of the night working on his armor, Anrak slept like a rock through the whole ordeal of the early morning hours.... What did wake him, was the smell of blood reaching his half-breed nose. Instinct immediately took over as the large man's eyes snapped open, his hands flying to his blade as he practically threw himself to his feet.
Just as he was about to draw his blade however, he stopped. Seemingly, no one else in the camp was threatened by the presence of the blood-soaked newcomer. Seeing that this individual was a Sylve, Anrak wasted no time in donning his helmet, and newly made armor. The armor, was simple, but based off the design Anrak remembered his mother recounting the minotaur soldiers of The City wearing. Having reused the material from his previous set of armor, he now had a chest plate, some pauldrons of leather and bone, and a battleskirt of especially thick leather slabs, cut into triangle topped rectangles, and sewn onto a belt at his waist. Thought he could not hide his physical appearance, Anrak hoped that his current attire was a far enough cry from what he used to wear, (or lack thereof) that he wouldn't possibly be recognized.
As he listened to the Newcomer's message, Anrak felt a twinge of regret; it was his fault the lass hadn't been there, and he doubted words from someone she saw as a phony would provide much comfort.
As Allanon called into the group, Anrak stepped forward to speak, "Aye been part uvah crew befur. On account ah me size, aye can't say that sneakin' is somethin' ayem good at though."
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@Lucius Cypher ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN REJECTED BOI
GENDERBENDING IS ILLEGAL AS PER CODE 551; ARTICLE 12B IN THE GOSPEL OF CHRISTIAN SANCTIONED ROLEPLAY
GENDERBENDING IS ILLEGAL AS PER CODE 551; ARTICLE 12B IN THE GOSPEL OF CHRISTIAN SANCTIONED ROLEPLAY
Anrak doesn't associate with scalies-- BAKA
Wrong-- definitely DENIED
@Zeroth@Duthguy
Jason's ghostly eyes narrowed at the redhead's display of aggression, from what he gathered-- the young man was more ready to talk than immediately take to bloodshed, despite the rather violent antics he'd performed. The fact that he'd even responded rather than immediately run them down was a good sign. He not only gave a warning-- but also revealed that other reincarnators had been through the area already. This evidence, combined with the fact that the boy had at least one powerful reinforcement within the homestead-- suggested that the redhead; rather than feeling threatened, was merely being cautious about the situation. However, the fact he seemed to associate them with demons raised a rather large red flag, one that would warrant further investigation after this.
Listening intently to Danny's concerns through their touch-based telepathic link, Jason pondered for a moment before responding, "I don't think we need to flee just yet Danny. He hasn't drawn his knife, called for backup, or advanced on us-- that means he isn't committed to starting a fight just yet. Tell him about the goblins headed this way, then comply with his initial request of identification. If he gets violent, I have your back. Trust me Danny.
@Jollan@Lotrix Molick
Anrak sighed as Kistal settled down next to him at the fireside and asked a question he dreaded answering. Granted, the massive man had expected such a question not to be delayed for long, but nonetheless it did little to ease the tense knot in his stomach (lowest of the four, to be specific.)
After a long moment of silence Anrak finally spoke; making certain the doctor nor the chief could hear his words before he spoke, "Drinkin'. Fuckin. Killin..... Them's tha onleh three things aye been good fer since aye lost me mum as a wee lad--" his tone was stern, yet steeped in regret as he removed his helmet and slowly turn. "Didn't 'ave ah tribe tah turn to neither. Ma was exiled from their city fer not killin meh tha moment aye was born. Turns out taurs' hate half-breeds just as much; if not more n' humans do."
Sticking to just basics rather than go into detail, Anrak shifted his weight as he continued his story, "Tha only people that'd even consider helpin meh were the kinda folk who could make use ah me 'talents'. Fell in with tha wrong crowd-- one thing led to another over tha years, and by some strange miracle-- this here book near fell into meh hands... Hell if aye unnerstand why, n' I doubt aye ever will, but despite all aye done; things that'd make ma roll over in her grave. The Godess saved me life."
Now laying on his back, Anrak held the Steel Bible between his hands, as if contrasting it to the unseen heavens above, "Fer once, aye feel like aye got uh purpose beyond just survivin, drinkin, n' killin. Don't get meh wrong, I'm plannin tah return tha book, but... Part uh meh hopes that by tha time im readeh tah part ways with it... Aye might just be wortheh enough tah keep it."
Sitting up, he held the book out in an exteneded hand to Kistal "But-- aye suppose errythin' happens fer a reason... Includin' us meetin here. So, if you really think ets that big a deal that aye got this... It's yours tah return, and I won't never be a problem fer nobodeh ever again."
Anrak sighed as Kistal settled down next to him at the fireside and asked a question he dreaded answering. Granted, the massive man had expected such a question not to be delayed for long, but nonetheless it did little to ease the tense knot in his stomach (lowest of the four, to be specific.)
After a long moment of silence Anrak finally spoke; making certain the doctor nor the chief could hear his words before he spoke, "Drinkin'. Fuckin. Killin..... Them's tha onleh three things aye been good fer since aye lost me mum as a wee lad--" his tone was stern, yet steeped in regret as he removed his helmet and slowly turn. "Didn't 'ave ah tribe tah turn to neither. Ma was exiled from their city fer not killin meh tha moment aye was born. Turns out taurs' hate half-breeds just as much; if not more n' humans do."
Sticking to just basics rather than go into detail, Anrak shifted his weight as he continued his story, "Tha only people that'd even consider helpin meh were the kinda folk who could make use ah me 'talents'. Fell in with tha wrong crowd-- one thing led to another over tha years, and by some strange miracle-- this here book near fell into meh hands... Hell if aye unnerstand why, n' I doubt aye ever will, but despite all aye done; things that'd make ma roll over in her grave. The Godess saved me life."
Now laying on his back, Anrak held the Steel Bible between his hands, as if contrasting it to the unseen heavens above, "Fer once, aye feel like aye got uh purpose beyond just survivin, drinkin, n' killin. Don't get meh wrong, I'm plannin tah return tha book, but... Part uh meh hopes that by tha time im readeh tah part ways with it... Aye might just be wortheh enough tah keep it."
Sitting up, he held the book out in an exteneded hand to Kistal "But-- aye suppose errythin' happens fer a reason... Includin' us meetin here. So, if you really think ets that big a deal that aye got this... It's yours tah return, and I won't never be a problem fer nobodeh ever again."
@Jollan@drewccapp@Lotrix Molick@Honesty Crow
As Hilde tossed her dagger to Anrak, the man froze mid-chew, suddenly regaining his sense of shame. Swallowing the raw meat as red juices dripped from his mouth, he weakly responded to the clearly very disgusted girl. "Uh thanks, lass..... Aye, uh... Thanks."
The Dagger's razor-sharp edge, combined with Anrak's natural strength make quickly separated the remaining meat from the hide-- striding to the beast's ruined head, Anrak also procured several thick, rope-like tendons, as well as a few large pieces of bone. Wrapping the large swathe of hide he'd gathered about the meat, bones and tendons like a sack, Anrak made his way over to the cave to join up with the others.
As he passed the two swordsmen gearing up to spar, he gave Allanon a hefty pat on the shoulder, and shared a few words of thanks "Aye 'preciate th' support back there friend."
Once inside the shelter of the cave, the massive warrior would seat himself beside whatever fire the expedition crew had started, and began to make himself a new set of armor while cooking a hearty wurm-steak dinner.
As Hilde tossed her dagger to Anrak, the man froze mid-chew, suddenly regaining his sense of shame. Swallowing the raw meat as red juices dripped from his mouth, he weakly responded to the clearly very disgusted girl. "Uh thanks, lass..... Aye, uh... Thanks."
The Dagger's razor-sharp edge, combined with Anrak's natural strength make quickly separated the remaining meat from the hide-- striding to the beast's ruined head, Anrak also procured several thick, rope-like tendons, as well as a few large pieces of bone. Wrapping the large swathe of hide he'd gathered about the meat, bones and tendons like a sack, Anrak made his way over to the cave to join up with the others.
As he passed the two swordsmen gearing up to spar, he gave Allanon a hefty pat on the shoulder, and shared a few words of thanks "Aye 'preciate th' support back there friend."
Once inside the shelter of the cave, the massive warrior would seat himself beside whatever fire the expedition crew had started, and began to make himself a new set of armor while cooking a hearty wurm-steak dinner.
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