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Btw, this is my helmet (except with a dragon on top instead of a pegasus) (and silver)
I've made my last post until the bandit attack btw.
Never heard someone say "herk" before so... Also wasn't there supposed to be a bandit attack at some point?
are you talking to me, or is "Herk" an expression?
Hark finished up with his manual labor for the day, and had collected a few coins from his employer before heading home. His home was little more than a shed with a bed and cooking pot in it. Calling that lump of old cloth a bed was being generous. However, in the corner of the room was something one wouldn’t expect, a large metal reinforced chest. The chest was more steel than wood. It had a very expensive lock system on it, so that it would be nearly impossible to open without the key around Hark’s neck. Hark sat on the edge of his “bed” and looked down at the chest. Hark rubbed his hands together, feeling the specific pattern of calluses on his hands that came from swordfighting. Hark knew what was in that chest – his past, no. It was more than just his past, it was his purpose.
Welllll... On the other hand, there's only like 10-20 of us, and unless we just make a bunch of NPCs or whatever that join us we're going to be an extremely insignificant force in the face of millions.
if I were to show up at the tavern for a drink, would that timeline be just a little weird?
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
I feeeel bad for Hark. Okay, yeah, he made a silly mistake, but....at least his heart was in the right place?
:)
Hmm. I don't know how much more interacting my character is going to be doing right at this moment, provided somebody doesn't stop me as I'm walking away. I'm more or less just waiting until the bandit attack, or maybe some interacting at the local tavern. Meh. We'll see.
Hark simply smiled at the young lady’s response. The look in his eyes betrayed his smile; there was a certain sadness beneath it all. Hark turned away and started walking towards the sacks of potatoes he’d left in the dirt and stated while waving, “By your leave, miss.”
Hark picked up the sacks of potatoes and looked back for a moment, I think I’ll go the long way around. Hark thought as he made his way out of the area. I could use a drink Hark thought. He would definitely be visiting the tavern tonight.
Hark picked up the sacks of potatoes and looked back for a moment, I think I’ll go the long way around. Hark thought as he made his way out of the area. I could use a drink Hark thought. He would definitely be visiting the tavern tonight.
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