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STATUS: Alive. Starting this back up. Whoop whoop! 8 yrs ago
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Alive. Starting this back up. Whoop whoop!
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10 yrs ago
Gotta finished editing photos for paid customers, then I can post for all the peeps I owe it to. Gimme another couple days guys! I should be able to Saturday.
10 yrs ago
Hey peeps! Going to a con Fri-Sun so I won't be posting then! Sorry! Glad we have statuses now!
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Writer and photographer. I try to be a regular but that doesn't always work
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Writer and photographer. I try to be a regular but that doesn't always work
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We'll try not to blow anything up while you're gone.
"Let him take care of it. I doubt he'd let us interfere if we tried."
Hearing a man talking to the others about the fight, Nialas stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Walking over a few paces to the man with groceries the lancer nodded at the two men in the middle. "Is this a regular occurance here? And would that man with a bow be the leader of this group?"
“And what I’m doing.” Hark said, the smile fading from his face, “is making sure you pick on somebody your own size.”
From behind Hark a loud laugh began as Helath almost fell to the ground, dropping the fighting stance. "Ha ha hah hah, oh, bite my tail, you're a few cards short of a good hand, aren't ya?" Helath laughed out, turning his back from the standoff and offering his hand to Faris again. "Sorry for dropping my hand, I thought something actually life-threatening was happening." he said, a big grin on from the laugh.
"As it stands, you've come to my camp, and charged both myself and my daughter. From what I recall, that'd make you a Vinsenian spy, then?"
On the sidelines Sammael listened to Duraid's words. Standing ontop of the roof he took out his shortbow and notched an arrow, aiming it at the man who had just picked up sand from the ground. Speaking in a loud voice, he shouted towards the mercenary leader. "If you would like, ser, I'll gladly end his life this moment. My brothers and I are looking for work and offing a simpleton would be an easy task to gain a footing in your camp." All of this was stated in a normal, if not bored, tone.
Lasair simply chuckled from the side of the post that he still leaning against, finding the entire event to be very amusing. "Go for the eyes Sam! Clean kill only!"
Hearing a man talking to the others about the fight, Nialas stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Walking over a few paces to the man with groceries the lancer nodded at the two men in the middle. "Is this a regular occurance here? And would that man with a bow be the leader of this group?"
“And what I’m doing.” Hark said, the smile fading from his face, “is making sure you pick on somebody your own size.”
From behind Hark a loud laugh began as Helath almost fell to the ground, dropping the fighting stance. "Ha ha hah hah, oh, bite my tail, you're a few cards short of a good hand, aren't ya?" Helath laughed out, turning his back from the standoff and offering his hand to Faris again. "Sorry for dropping my hand, I thought something actually life-threatening was happening." he said, a big grin on from the laugh.
"As it stands, you've come to my camp, and charged both myself and my daughter. From what I recall, that'd make you a Vinsenian spy, then?"
On the sidelines Sammael listened to Duraid's words. Standing ontop of the roof he took out his shortbow and notched an arrow, aiming it at the man who had just picked up sand from the ground. Speaking in a loud voice, he shouted towards the mercenary leader. "If you would like, ser, I'll gladly end his life this moment. My brothers and I are looking for work and offing a simpleton would be an easy task to gain a footing in your camp." All of this was stated in a normal, if not bored, tone.
Lasair simply chuckled from the side of the post that he still leaning against, finding the entire event to be very amusing. "Go for the eyes Sam! Clean kill only!"
It's no big deal, I just assume that Hark would notice another man within five feet of him during this confrontation is all.
Nerendier, I think you missed Helath going over and already attempting helping her up, along with him being in a fighting position that, if I'm reading everything right, put him right behind you/ontop of you, since he's standing right with Faris. Now, he isn't 6'6", but he's bulky from axe use and I doubt Hark would be ignoring that if he's so adrenaline pumped for battle.
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As the brothers approached the encampment of the mercenary group Helath began running forward as he saw a sparring session taking place. Finding a good post to lean against near the spar, Helath watched with enthusiastic eyes as small blows were traded between the larger man and small, but nonetheless strong, woman. With a small grind of his teeth he turned his head towards his approaching brothers, mainly Lasair and Sammael. "So, we placing bets on this one?"
"We have nothing to place bets with!" Nialas said in an annoyed tone as he began to examine the fight, but quickly disregarded it, searching for someone in particular. "Not that it would matter anyways."
Lasair, leaning on the hilt of his sword, raised his eyebrows and shared a look with Helath, who simply shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, Nial, What do you mean it doesn't matter? Hey, pole dancer!" he shouted, being ignored by the lancer as he searched the grounds with his eyes.
"The fights about done. The man will finish her." Sammael stated what Nialas was too distracted to say, nodding his head at the fight. He was on the roof of one of the buildings within talking distance, sitting over the edge comfortable. None of them noticed him climb up but both Helath and Lasair followed his eyes back to the fight. The woman was about to strike the defenseless man.
Helath held on to his disbelief for a moment longer. "What do you mean? She's about to strike him dow-ouch!" As the father landed the decisive blow on the woman's stomach and knocking her over, retching, Helath winced. "Oh... You know, if you guys are so good at predicting battles you should actually use it when we get into scraps instead of just standing by!"
As he finished talking to his brothers Helath took off from the post and briskly walked towards the fallen woman, attempting to help her up from the ground. "Are you alright? That was quite a finishing blow you... almost delivered." he commented, crouching halfway to offer his hand. "It probably would have worked better if you went for a limb first and disabled him."
"Damn the deer, where is the leader!" Nialas shouted to himself, unable to distinguish anyone of authority in the group of mercs. "The man about to get decked in the ring." Sammael said from the roof. A moment of confusion took Nialas before he heard a shout.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
Turning just in time each brother watched as a random stranger tried to attack the man who was apparently in charge. Helath, the closest to the two men, turned his half crouch into a defensive stance. Lasair watched on with an amused expression while Sammael seemed bored, yet keenly observed their movement anyways. Nialas simply let out a groan.
"We have nothing to place bets with!" Nialas said in an annoyed tone as he began to examine the fight, but quickly disregarded it, searching for someone in particular. "Not that it would matter anyways."
Lasair, leaning on the hilt of his sword, raised his eyebrows and shared a look with Helath, who simply shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, Nial, What do you mean it doesn't matter? Hey, pole dancer!" he shouted, being ignored by the lancer as he searched the grounds with his eyes.
"The fights about done. The man will finish her." Sammael stated what Nialas was too distracted to say, nodding his head at the fight. He was on the roof of one of the buildings within talking distance, sitting over the edge comfortable. None of them noticed him climb up but both Helath and Lasair followed his eyes back to the fight. The woman was about to strike the defenseless man.
Helath held on to his disbelief for a moment longer. "What do you mean? She's about to strike him dow-ouch!" As the father landed the decisive blow on the woman's stomach and knocking her over, retching, Helath winced. "Oh... You know, if you guys are so good at predicting battles you should actually use it when we get into scraps instead of just standing by!"
As he finished talking to his brothers Helath took off from the post and briskly walked towards the fallen woman, attempting to help her up from the ground. "Are you alright? That was quite a finishing blow you... almost delivered." he commented, crouching halfway to offer his hand. "It probably would have worked better if you went for a limb first and disabled him."
"Damn the deer, where is the leader!" Nialas shouted to himself, unable to distinguish anyone of authority in the group of mercs. "The man about to get decked in the ring." Sammael said from the roof. A moment of confusion took Nialas before he heard a shout.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
Turning just in time each brother watched as a random stranger tried to attack the man who was apparently in charge. Helath, the closest to the two men, turned his half crouch into a defensive stance. Lasair watched on with an amused expression while Sammael seemed bored, yet keenly observed their movement anyways. Nialas simply let out a groan.
I just thought you said "Good Good"
What are you, Moon Moon?
What are you, Moon Moon?
First post!!!!
You're putting a lot of gaming mechanics into that character.
I just want firebenders and airbenders god damn it!
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