IncredibleBee

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I also can't really post until I see how the dragon reacts to our meat-offering. Until then I'm gonna hide in this tree.

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The hooded man was leaving. Kodor took note of this.
The hooded man glared at a woman, like an angry dog, threatened the young woman. Kodor took careful note of this.
The hooded man abandoned them. They were not Darmariq's tribe, Kodor decided.

Others began wandering out, not running, but to prepare for the battle and hunt. Kodor followed. The woman in black and the shepherd-peasant began piling meats a ways away, which quickly caused the gears to move in the barbarians head. He understood immediately what they were doing.
Kodor approached the pair, and wiped his hands off on his loincloth before he grabbed their attention with a hand on either's shoulder.
"You pile bait. This is smart." he smiled.
"Kodor will ambush. This is also good." he lowered his hands and picked his axe back up, clutching it below the head. Stepping up to a nearby tree, he climbed up with surprising speed, yanking himself onto a middle branch. Here, the leaves would offer ample coverage and camouflage, while being easy to see out of. Truly, it was a good sniping spot.
"Meat smells good! Animals come soon!" he shouted back down.

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So how do we decide who's GMing at what time?

@Hantu Kongkek

I guess we decide what adventure we want next, and the person who suggested it gets to run?

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I'm ready to fight the dragon when you guys are.

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I do not know the size of the dragon and whether its talons are inherently magical, or the manner in which metal armour (ignoring the softness of silver) was torn into, hence my reason for asking.

@CrystalCHTriple

Why would talons be inherently magical?

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@ImportantNobody - Is there anything about the soldier's wounds that can lend credence to Ludmilla's claims of dragons, something a student of the arcane could analyze?

@CrystalCHTriple

Well first let's set aside the fact that the wounds are physical, not magical in nature. The only wounds he had received upon entering were a "large gash on his shoulder" and several superficial wounds, plus torn clothing and armor. Assuming the marks are torn rather than sliced, as with a sharp sword, that's still not enough info to rule out anything other than a large beast (or a vicious humanoid) but that still leaves pretty much any possibility that isn't a guy with a sword. Interestingly, any burn wounds are absent, so he must have bailed before the dragon used its breath attack.

Now, all this doesn't matter because he just had a large oak table broken over his head. Oak's a pretty sturdy wood. So the force we're talking about here, landing directly from above, would cause quite a bit of damage. We're talking a fractured if not shattered skull, broken vertebrae, collarbone, and other fractures throughout the body. The splintered bones would likely stick out, further mangling the flesh and making it harder to tell when the wounds were received.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Antonio's iron will and zealous determination kept him from shouting during his immolation. As he appeared in the material world, his armor, a gift from his Holiness, had become charred. How unfortunate.

An armored hand reached up to his chest, and ripped off the front of the charred surcoat and burnt chainmail. What was revealed was now Antonio's exquisitely sculpted abs, now bronzed to a perfect brown hue. He kept his helmet, but his surcoat now resembled a tattered white trenchcoat with his chest exposed.

Somehow, this made him feel more stylish.

"They should have known. All those who submit themselves to Jesus are safe from the fires of Hell. Let us abscond. There are more innocents to protect."
With that, he summoned Rocinante, and backflipped onto the divine motorcycle. A sidecar awaited his angelic companion.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

I'm here I guess.

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Kodor placed a firm, fatherly hand on Darmariq's shoulder, the greases from his earlier meal leaving moist, visible stains on his robes. From here, he could feel the psion's thin, bony shoulders.
"Oh, you..." he chastised, like father to son. "Man is hurt because Kodor hit him with a table. Kodor is good at hurting things."

He was considering giving the mage a few pointers in proper smashing technique before a small girl dressed like food came in and declared that there was a dragon. She didn't seem particularly concerned, which meant one of two things.
One, she was lying. This was normal; children did enjoy games of pretend. But this was also unlikely, as most children would make themselves heroes.

The second and more likely option was that she was brave, or at least had no preservation instinct, which is basically another kind of bravery. This was very good. Kodor would investigate later. If he was satisfied, he would teach her the way of the axe.

But the more immediate matter was the dragon. Normally the girl's offer of shiny things alone was incentive enough; the half-beast offered him shinies in exchange for murder, which could then be used for food. However, Kodor had never once eaten dragon.

Wordlessly, the barbarian withdrew his hand from Darmariq's shoulder, and took up his massive battleaxe in both hands. Slowly, his lips spread apart, revealing a wide grin that showed so many of his teeth. He would try new things tonight.

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Kodor looked up from a pile of assorted roasted meats, a turkey leg still hanging from his maw, with meat-greases dripping onto his chest, giving it a vital shine. Normally he did not concern himself with much outside of meats and ales and whatever hunts he was assigned by the strange animal-man, but this was a strange event. A tribesman from the great conquerors had arrived. Kodor only knew a little from the stories he'd heard, but as he understood, they were not a part of his tribe, and therefore, trying to conquer him. Kodor did not like this. No man had the right to establish his law over Kodor's mind or Adonis-like body.

The barbarian gripped the heavy, oaken table between thick fingers, each digging into the wood. He lifted the heavy, ten foot long chunk of wood into the air, the food and drink of other patrons sliding off. With a mighty roar, he brought it down onto the Imperial soldier's head, no doubt an attack he couldn't block with his injuries, or dodge without entering the crowd.

Looking at the pile of splinters before him, Kodor turned to the crowd and gave a toothy grin and a thumbs up.
"You're welcome."