DUDE i watched the smaug interview thing toooo! It was hilarious, and smaug was so freakin' adorable :3
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STATUS: I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. 8 yrs ago
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I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay.
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When in doubt, follow your nose.
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All knowledge is spendable currency, depending on the market.
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When the going gets tough, you die.
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The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?
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- Self-proclaimed artist.
- Apprentice of the Arcane Arts.
- Creator of all things Absurd.
- Also a self-proclaimed writer.
- Trying to learn telekinesis.
- Apprentice of the Arcane Arts.
- Creator of all things Absurd.
- Also a self-proclaimed writer.
- Trying to learn telekinesis.
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IM BACK. WHADDIMISS.
Sorry, weekends were chaotic for me.
Sorry, weekends were chaotic for me.
*eagerly awaits*.
ALthough it is 12:16am over here.
ALthough it is 12:16am over here.
An instant after the remnants of the Captain's crew had fled off, Kayleigh immediately set to looting their belongings, her fingers rummaging about their pockets, satchels, searching their clothes in an expert and thorough routine. Any passerby who happened to glance at the woman would have spotted her gleeful expression from a mile away.
Kayleigh loved her job, to say the least.
"You'd think these pirates would have more valuables on hand after pillaging from a hundred others," Kayleigh complained aloud. Grasping her hands around a considerably weighty pouch and yanking it out of the dead captain's belt, she tossed it in Jackson's direction. Then, her fingers felt the contours of a dry, wrinkled piece of paper. That, she removed from the deceased as well, and with a curious gaze, scrutinized it.
It was a note.
Greetings, Captain.
I'm writing this on behalf of no one other than yourself. Expect to meet a pair of mercenaries in your travels soon, both of whom will be after the bounty on your head. I have been tipped about their whereabouts. They will be at Galberd's Gallow, noon through dusk. Take care.
- Benedict
"Who's Benedict?" Kayleigh narrowed her eyes. How on earth had he anticipated their movements? "Well, whatever," she rolled her eyes. It mattered not, considering how they had the situation under control despite having their location being tipped by some unknown informant.
"So-," she begin, "-shall we get to collecting the bounty? I'm sure Balthazar is expecting us." Mentally, Kayleigh calculated the approximate time needed for them to travel to Vargoth City. Two days, perhaps?
Kayleigh loved her job, to say the least.
"You'd think these pirates would have more valuables on hand after pillaging from a hundred others," Kayleigh complained aloud. Grasping her hands around a considerably weighty pouch and yanking it out of the dead captain's belt, she tossed it in Jackson's direction. Then, her fingers felt the contours of a dry, wrinkled piece of paper. That, she removed from the deceased as well, and with a curious gaze, scrutinized it.
It was a note.
Greetings, Captain.
I'm writing this on behalf of no one other than yourself. Expect to meet a pair of mercenaries in your travels soon, both of whom will be after the bounty on your head. I have been tipped about their whereabouts. They will be at Galberd's Gallow, noon through dusk. Take care.
- Benedict
"Who's Benedict?" Kayleigh narrowed her eyes. How on earth had he anticipated their movements? "Well, whatever," she rolled her eyes. It mattered not, considering how they had the situation under control despite having their location being tipped by some unknown informant.
"So-," she begin, "-shall we get to collecting the bounty? I'm sure Balthazar is expecting us." Mentally, Kayleigh calculated the approximate time needed for them to travel to Vargoth City. Two days, perhaps?
Would you say Jackson's weakness is fighting against magic?
*itching to post*
A series of incomprehensible grumbles and mutters escaped Kayleigh’s throat.
“I had it all under control,” she lied through her teeth, as Jackson nimbly severed the bounds which had only a few seconds ago strictly confined her movements. Naturally, she was butt hurt that her capable self had to be ashamedly rescued. Oh, the embarrassment.
It took a while for the pirates to realize that their temporary captive had escaped, but when they finally did, Kayleigh and Jackson already had their feet planted firmly behind their Captain. Glinting eerily in the moonlight, the woman’s dagger rested snugly on the grooves of his rugged throat.
In one smooth, merciless motion of her hand, the poor brute’s throat was slit open.
“Do I get three-thirds of the bounty this time?” She prodded the assassin. “I think it’s only fair,” she pouted, giving her companion a hopeful glance.
“I had it all under control,” she lied through her teeth, as Jackson nimbly severed the bounds which had only a few seconds ago strictly confined her movements. Naturally, she was butt hurt that her capable self had to be ashamedly rescued. Oh, the embarrassment.
It took a while for the pirates to realize that their temporary captive had escaped, but when they finally did, Kayleigh and Jackson already had their feet planted firmly behind their Captain. Glinting eerily in the moonlight, the woman’s dagger rested snugly on the grooves of his rugged throat.
In one smooth, merciless motion of her hand, the poor brute’s throat was slit open.
“Do I get three-thirds of the bounty this time?” She prodded the assassin. “I think it’s only fair,” she pouted, giving her companion a hopeful glance.
We all waitin' on Vex or smth? XD
“Ow!” Kayleigh complained as one of the bumbling buffoons stumbled into his crewmate, then into her, before rushing forward in the direction of her companion. And while Seth was busy ridding themselves of the garbage swamping the tavern, Kayleigh simply stood with a hand on her hip. For the most part, smoke bombs were good and all, but she couldn’t see. Jackson on the other hand, could rely on his exceptional sight and hearing to kick ass.
Before the smoke had even begun to dissipate, the Captain quickly caught on to the current state of affairs. The gradual, descending silence that marked the air along with the dying cries of his crew were an obvious indicator of what was happening while he stood, rooted to the spot in the midst of the smoke-engulfed tavern. Subsequently, with a fearful cry, he attempted to make a rush for the exit, boots stomping heavily on the wooden boards. I'M HERE, COME GET ME, they practically yelled.
What an idiot, Kayleigh sighed. Following her ears, she pursued him.
When she emerged out into the open and cool night sky, Kayleigh was greeted with a crowd of men who had, she suspected, surrounded the entrance of the tavern long ago, having anticipated the events following the entry of the Captain of the ship. Except… it seemed that there were now two Captains.
Confused, Kayleigh rubbed her eyes, and blinked once. She blinked twice.
Her next thought was: Balls.
“I suppose good ol’ Benedict deserves a reward for spilling the beans about you two brats,” the real captain laughed. Beside him, the man whom they had originally thought was the captain of the ship removed his disguise, revealing a simple person underneath who hosted one too many features akin to the individual he had just attempted to impersonate.
“Fire,” he smiled gleefully.
A net was thrown over her, sprung from the nozzle of an elongated hand-held mechanism, and in a split second she was unceremoniously and roughly dragged into the herd.
Before the smoke had even begun to dissipate, the Captain quickly caught on to the current state of affairs. The gradual, descending silence that marked the air along with the dying cries of his crew were an obvious indicator of what was happening while he stood, rooted to the spot in the midst of the smoke-engulfed tavern. Subsequently, with a fearful cry, he attempted to make a rush for the exit, boots stomping heavily on the wooden boards. I'M HERE, COME GET ME, they practically yelled.
What an idiot, Kayleigh sighed. Following her ears, she pursued him.
When she emerged out into the open and cool night sky, Kayleigh was greeted with a crowd of men who had, she suspected, surrounded the entrance of the tavern long ago, having anticipated the events following the entry of the Captain of the ship. Except… it seemed that there were now two Captains.
Confused, Kayleigh rubbed her eyes, and blinked once. She blinked twice.
Her next thought was: Balls.
“I suppose good ol’ Benedict deserves a reward for spilling the beans about you two brats,” the real captain laughed. Beside him, the man whom they had originally thought was the captain of the ship removed his disguise, revealing a simple person underneath who hosted one too many features akin to the individual he had just attempted to impersonate.
“Fire,” he smiled gleefully.
A net was thrown over her, sprung from the nozzle of an elongated hand-held mechanism, and in a split second she was unceremoniously and roughly dragged into the herd.
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