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    1. robomonk 11 yrs ago

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Screw it, I'm going to be unavailable all of tomorrow and the day after, so I'm posting now.
You sound pretty well travelled. The furthest I've ever gotten out of the UK was a school trip to English-speaking Paris when I was 13 or so. Wish I had the money/time to actually go somewhere.
Big Sister AM said We take pride in our nature and our history.


We try to in England, but we forgot not to build houses everywhere. Bloody conservatives...
Big Sister AM said Icelanders (are they called that in english?) are weird.


I'd term them 'Icelandic people'.

Big Sister AM said And they're not all named after their fathers and such. They have ... uhh... cykelstier... bicycle paths ..?


We have them in England, I think. Special lanes on roads just for bikes, right?

I may visit Copenhagen during the inevitable gap year I'm going to have to take. Seems like a fun place.
She likes preeetty much anything that comes out of any Scandinavian (And sometimes psuedo-scandinavian) country. Less the mythology as much as everything else. The general history, modern day culture, stuff like lego, etc. You'll be pleased to know her favourite country is Denmark.

Maybe if we started an Ollum fanclub we could entice him back into the thread.
I loved frozen. Even if I did watch it with my massively-into-Nordic-culture girlfriend and so had to spent about 15% of the film listening to the references made in the film, and then ten minutes or so afterwards talking about how cool it was that they based a Disney film off of a Hans Christian Andersen story. (Because apparently the little mermaid doesn't count for some reason.)

Edit: *tries not to seem like a stalker as I point out that Ollum hasn't posted anywhere in 4 days, despite being in at least 3 ongoing RPs*
*Tries desperately to restrain self from posting until either Cyan or Ollum posts*
"My thanks!" Razz managed to shout back to the armoured one as the two smaller humans dragged his corpse away. After he was finally dumped in the back of a handcart, he decided it would be best to instruct his new human friends on where the hell they were actually going. On the other hand, he was quite tired... maybe... they could find their own way there, surely? He'd definitely said which bar it was before.... had he? They'll be fine, as long as I get some... rest... they could get... they could....

No. He HAD to stay awake. At least as long as he needed to ensure he would be getting to safety. He had to push himself... c'mon, razz, c'mon, power through the pain! Awake, awake, stay with it! Focus! Your eyes ere open, pull your head up, there we go... and now... speak!

"MINIONS!" He shouted in a rasping groan, "The pilgrim's bar! In the outer... thingy! You know! Just... go!" He dropped his head back to the floor of the cart, sending throbbing pain arcing through him, and making him immediately more aware of all the wide array of wounds he seemed to have covering his body. He managed to stay conscious just long enough to feel the rumbling of the cart below him as the minions began pulling. these... guys are really... well... trained...

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Razz awoke in pretty much exactly the same position he was in before. There was just a lot more noise around, and he was being poked in the leg by something or other... had they arrived? He forced his now blood-crusted eyes open, managing to summon the energy to wince at the rush of sunlight entering his eyes. "Good..." he began, but was unable to summon the energy to continue. In stead, the bravest of the smaller humans that were escorting him spoke up, in quite possibly one of the weediest voices he'd ever heard. "We've, er, ser, we have arrived. We think. Is.. is this where you wished to go, ser?" Ser? He didn't like that. Who did these humans think they were, fixing these false titles to him? The devious bastards. Still, they got him to the bar, it looked like. "Good... good job..." He murmured, propping himself up on his bruised elbows, to get a better look of the bar. It was definitely the place, he was sure of that. "Carry me inside and get... get me sat down by the bar. Then you can run back to your stupid 'ser' back at... back at the army." Credit to the buggers, they did just as he asked, no hesitation or nothing. Impressively trained, though not too smart, from the looks of it.

As they dragged him through the bar, he managed to survey the local patrons. It looked like there were some new faces alongside the old ones that he was familiar with. nice to know the old bugger's still dragging in new folk.... he casually thought, before laying eyes on the bar owner and remembering why he was here. "Darren! Get me my cache, I need some supplies. And is anyone in here a healer of any kind?" He yelled, in what would have been passed off as a drunken yell if it weren't so obvious that it was the abysmal state of his personal health stopping him from talking straight.

As he was dumped in a seat by the bar, and while he waited for old Darren to fetch his supplies, he surveyed the room. There was four faces he'd never seen before lurking in the pub that morning, it seemed. Some human lout in the corner, already deep in his cups, a cute little hobgoblin girl and some smart-ass 'tough rogue' type trying his luck with her, and some kind of forest dweller, from the looks of things, pretending to be human. Or was she a water sprite? Whoever she was, she was being very careless with her disguise. He'd have to tell her that when he felt up to anything more than slouching on a barstool and eyeing up the room.
On the subject of that, I'm preparing a post now, in case you were waiting on me. Though it IS 3am here, so don't be surprised if I fall asleep before finishing it.

Edit: Done. Woohoo for holidays, letting me stay up to obscene hours in order to make posts on the internet!
Big Sister AM said robomonk, you just go ahead and control those squires.


*squires suddenly grow wings and fly to the bar, using their angelic mind-powers*
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