Guys, I've seen enough horror movies to know that Ivan should let it be known that the caravan master is a demon before he dies of mysterious circumstances, but what would I know, I'm in the movie too.
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@Achronum
What if we get him there as a zombie of some sort? He's kinda alive, minus the possibility of death, everybody wins.
What if we get him there as a zombie of some sort? He's kinda alive, minus the possibility of death, everybody wins.
@Oliver@ArenaSnow@Proxi
Ivan is literally gonna die if Arena doesn't get to healing him soon, or... ending his life, whichever works :)
Ivan is literally gonna die if Arena doesn't get to healing him soon, or... ending his life, whichever works :)
@Shmektheshmuck
I suppose if you stick to your character and make the story interesting it should be fine :)
I suppose if you stick to your character and make the story interesting it should be fine :)
I assume you're in the distance alone, following the slaves down river? It would be best for you to somehow join the group I suppose, or there isn't gonna be much interaction for you. (protip: get trapped in the spider's web)
Jameson followed behind as they entered Regina's house and took a quick glance around, the house seemed rather ordinary to him, cozy even in this weather. Although he wasn't certain of their safety, it didn't seem right to draw a gun in someone's house and so he holstered his gun back into his coat. He noticed that the house held an impressive collection of books and scrolls for a house in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't long before he heard Ivan's restless coughing, he turned around to see Ivan slumped in the corner while Regina crouched next to him. Jameson stood back and watched as Regina offered her help to Ivan, perhaps what she does next would give him a clue as to who she is.
The awkward moment when everyone is trying to be daddy while you and gramps worry where the hell is this lady taking us.
Snake heard the sound clear as day, as if a giant snake is following right behind them but he was too preoccupied to care, the natives were on their tail and Oliver was slowly bleeding out right in front of him, every second counts and he did not intend to spend one turning back. He was exhausted from all the running but perhaps something kept him going and helping these slaves, was it companionship, or something more?
Meanwhile, back in the elder's lodge, Matahari was startled by the sudden and growing hissing sound coming from down river. The sound was unmistakable to him, he knew what had happened. He gave a slight chuckle and said to himself, "Seems like our escapees aren't what they put themselves out to be..."
It didn't take long for the native warriors to arrive, nor did it take long for them to be surrounded by slithering serpents of all shapes and sizes. The snakes striked at the warriors, although they managed to kill a few, they were far outnumbered by the snakes. Some were bitten and laid on the floor in agonizing pain, some could not even make a sound as they were slowly constricted and crushed, the lucky few fled back across the river with nothing more than a dozen pair of holes on their bodies.
Meanwhile, back in the elder's lodge, Matahari was startled by the sudden and growing hissing sound coming from down river. The sound was unmistakable to him, he knew what had happened. He gave a slight chuckle and said to himself, "Seems like our escapees aren't what they put themselves out to be..."
It didn't take long for the native warriors to arrive, nor did it take long for them to be surrounded by slithering serpents of all shapes and sizes. The snakes striked at the warriors, although they managed to kill a few, they were far outnumbered by the snakes. Some were bitten and laid on the floor in agonizing pain, some could not even make a sound as they were slowly constricted and crushed, the lucky few fled back across the river with nothing more than a dozen pair of holes on their bodies.
Alright, a slight edit and all is well. Boy o boy, can't wait to be get dinner!
O crap I completely missed a page and posted my reply, do ignore it. Also, don't fret about the stink eye, damn kids these days think they can take on the world once they see a pretty lady.
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