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4 yrs ago
Current I read the status bar to laugh and feel old!
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4 yrs ago
Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
4 yrs ago
People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
4 yrs ago
Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
4 yrs ago
Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!

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Atana watched the the battle from the mast and rigging. She determined that this must be a male thing. The sheer violence of it and the possibility that both ships and crews could be lost. For what? She stayed small and silent watching the man in leather on her ship and the other on their ship. The pilot was to far away, but he was a good target, unless the hulls crashed in the waves and sunk them all.

With a small word and a gesture, she threw a knife that seemed to hover in the air. Atana decided to attack there maneuverability. Without their main sails to drive them, it would be harder to turn and run. It would also give her ship a tactical advantage. They would be watching for flaming arrows, not a single floating knife.

Atana had learned a little about sails from being in port. Sails loose strength as they age, wind rain, sun and cold all cause them to break down. She did her best to puncture the main sails where they billowed then forced of the wind. Like a woman cutting fabric, once the cut was made the fabric once to strong to rip would would rip down the weave with ease. What she was doing would not be noticed, with luck, till after the deck battle had started to rage.
With a little harder tug on clothing. Orin says, "Sire, I really think we should take our conversation else where.." The halfling looks around, nervous for what had been the third confrontation the fourth would be probably be more direct and a lot more painful.
I have an idea for this one when you are ready!
Post flooding = after affect of real water flooding! Not the fund type.
With Finnish heritage, I might need to apply.
Orin did what all halfings would do hearing the rage of Elias, he moved to the other side of Sir and the half-orc. He gently placed a hand on each of their legs, so they knew he was there. Orin did not care for angry lizard-folk. They tended to hit things till the problem went away, not very civil. Some things really were best worked out of a big meal, a hot cup of tea, and a good nights sleep.

Orin made a little smile at the few guards that were still watching him like a hawk.

"Sirs, might I recommend that we move our introductions elsewhere, like a lunchen table." He gently drew their attention to one of Elias' men still watching Vergu intently. "I don't think we are safe here," Orin said. By which he meant, He didn't feel safe here.
Atana grabbed a blade from one of the dead sailors and started to run down the deck of the multi-mast ship moving cannons. She started to help move cannons. We need to take out their boarding party so load the breach with things that will create shrapnel. She grabbed the small cannon balls and stuffed them in her bag. She started up the riggings of the formast. This is the dumbest thing I've ever done, she taught to herself. Let the sailors fight fair with each other, she was going to fight dirty.

She settled herself and started watching for any magic users and watching to determine where the power was. Her plan was simple, take out the leaders and by settled, if someone cut the rigging she would probably fall to her death. Her plan was simple, kill the leaders and sink their ship if possible. Let the sailors fight fair. She was going to fight dirty.
Around but still moving and dealing with post flooding
The twitch does not mean that itch needs to be scratched. The word friend and a little affection would keep Orin from acting, but not looking or thinking.

I got a new insight into Orin as well and it came out in my backstory.. Halflings tend not to be literate...

No, it was just a dark creepy thing that came out of my son..
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