Tackytaff

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Unamia took the rabbit back from the girl and sat down. Things were going south very quickly. She twirled the knife in her hands, while the others spoke. When it became clear they would all rather bicker then have a conversation, she focused on skinning the now cold prey. The girl’s shouting did catch her attention enough to glance up; the kitten could hiss if not scratch. She resisted the urge to look up at the demon’s outburst. It wasn’t much a surprise, she had yet to meet a demon who was not prideful. Not until she had nearly finished disemboweling the creature did she sense Dragneel, and did all she could to mask her surprise. He recognized her, and hid it much better. Barely a nod; she pursed her lips and responded in kind. “Was hardly expecting you here,” she muttered mostly to herself and threw the insides of the rabbit to the flames. It was for the best that he had come, it hardly even concerned her which of the others he was meant for. Dragneel would know what to make of this mess better then she would. Though called himself Mikael now, and the way he addressed the girl made it clear. Unamia almost snickered he’ll have his work cut out. She finished impaling the carcass and lay it over the fire, pointedly looking, but saying nothing to the new half-breed arrival. It had been some time since she had needed to speak Elven and was not eager to deal with those sorts of questions.

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There was almost a breath before the apparition appeared; as though they sensed it coming. Or perhaps that was Unamia’s imagination. But everyone was very still as Lyphera spoke. Unamia only frowned, barely listening to anything but the quickening of her own heartbeat. She knew what she was doing, Dragneel would know more still. What right had this god to intervene? The thought was contradictory but her ego was wounded; she had tried to get them all to listen and failed so horribly that Arvas or even Ral himself had thought it best to send ‘a helping hand’. She remained silently brooding while the others began to speak, until the dwarf did so.
“You expect to leave?” A bitter snort escaped her; “what you just saw,” she casually waved to their center with one blood-stained hand, the other propped her chin “you believe it would be that simple, that a god would appear after centuries to simply request your help?”she stood and looked at the human man and demon “I would suggest you think more carefully as to what you’re agreeing too. As it is I need to wash and time to think on what just happened. But if we're to remain together you may call me Amelise.” Without saying more she walked away from the fire in search of a stream to wash her hands, the nearly cooked meal forgotten on the fire; her appetite gone.

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

I am pining for navigator role. Jodee will swiftly lead everyone south instead of north, directly into the naval forces from all of the realms, savage-infested islands, and possibly a kraken.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

ok. Snipped it so not to confuse more, something up later hopefully but as always don't wait.

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-snip-

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@Aerith of Brae guessing I should hold out on posting for now?

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Halen should of brought a flame shield, this group response is like Halen said Overwatch was an average game :D

@Dynamo Frokane

u wot m8

I'll start working on a post after half-elf and maybe secret dwarf. No promises that I'll get it up tonight though, so don't wait.
edit: rip secret dwarf friend sad to see you go

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I said I wouldn't post every day and then I go do two in the course of 6 hours. Idek anymore. But that is going to be if from me tonight.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

It was impossible to keep a glint out of her eyes at the demon’s words, though she managed to resist the tugging urge to grin. Oh Unamia liked him. For now, at least, when he was ignorant and wouldn’t demand anything of her. So she just nodded stiffly before turning to the other two “I carry no weapon but a knife, it is not meant to hurt you,” The knife in question was now in her hand, hilt balanced on her open palm. But the girl wasn’t listening to her. The rabbit, the only protein Unaima knew for fact the girl had the chance to eat in a least three days, was being coddled. Mourned. She was unsure whether to laugh of be angry with the girl when she pulled out a flute. But the music caught her by surprise. There was magic in it, not very powerful, but it was there, potency brought out by the forest itself, but at the core was this girl’s own magic. Running then, from those who would fear it. The hand holding her knife quickly closed into a fist at the sound of hoof beats. Two directions, opposite, one set a great deal louder then the other. The flute continued it's mourning song for what was meant to be their dinner. She looked to where the demon lay, would he notice as well? Her grip loosened slightly when the centaur came into view, and the eerie music ended. Of course the girl chose to crouch behind her. Fierce barbarian indeed. Should have gotten to him before he ever entered the damn woods. She wouldn’t move to shield the girl or give any signs of comfort, but she didn’t push her away either. Instead attention went to the newcomer, or appeared to; half of her senses where sorting out the second rider who would have fallen silent had her hearing not picked up the thundering heartbeats of both rider and mount.
“I take help where I can find it,” She spoke slowly, doing her best to recall all she knew about centaurs. Most of course was from before the purge. She had nothing to offer that he desired besides respect. What use was coin in place like this? ”Do you protect these lands? You would know the woods well.” The knife remained in her fist, pressed against her tigh. Whatever tensions she had tried to ease before had sprung back with vengeance. The demon had made himself comfortable on the ground.
“I would not choose to sleep here, I came across a bandit camp less that two leagues away.” It was unlikely the bandits would be back, but there was fire and an increasing amount of voices among them, prime targets. Before he went in the forest she scolded herself again, and looked sideways to the girl who seemed to be getting smaller and younger with each new arrival.
”That was meant as a gift for eating you know,” it was meant to come out lightly, but exasperation managed to edge its way into her tone. "Will you let me clean it for you?” She offered her left hand to take the rabbit that was still being held tightly, dead as it was, as though it was a prized possession to a girl who may or may not be surrounded by killers and thieves.

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i read good
edit: fixed

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Well fingers crossed that made a lick of sense to anyone. And holy I've been spelling my character's name wrong for everything. Whoops.