Dragoknighte

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Most of the player characters are assholes though

Ink On Your Soul

I like how you guys have been keeping this thing going after even the original mod left.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

No skin off my bones, thought Kazuo. Trombe was a sleek horse who found little trouble slipping through the forest and when he thought about it, having Shela on would not only piss off the horse, but also dramatically reduce his maneuverability. He followed just behind Shela and in the distance could spot the scarred guy with a big-ass white horse and some new girl. Behind him was the zombie guy shouting about some Katherine but barreling forward like an untended fruit cart on a hilltop and the red-headed girl would probably not be far behind. Kazuo rode up to the scene beside Shela. Although he did not draw his sword , he kept his hands firmly gripped on the sheath and hilt, ready to draw at a moment's notice if he needed.

"Yeah, what she said." Kazuo nearly facepalmed at himself for saying that. He could have said anything, and he chose that of all things.

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Manitoba

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He's huddled up in a Hobbit Hole in The Shire

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity ah, you need me to be more specific? I put my bet on Rohan then.

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The answer is obviously Middle Earth, @The Fated Fallen

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Kazuo remained silent at both Shela and the gold goblin, Drizzak's words. Not out of a sense of stand-offnish or superiority, but because he had nothing to say. Yeah he could have replied "I try to sneeze quietly so that it doesn't tip off every wild beast within a mile of me," to Shela and, "Cool, I fight too," to Drizzak but it would not really add anything to the conversation. That scream however, would. He could just let a woman, even one he had just kind-of-not-really met die out in the forest. From his sitting position, Kazuo rocked forward, tucked his head in and rolled forward up onto his feet.

"Trombe, now it's time to run." The horse neighed in reply and stood, allowing its master to mount before galloping off in the direction. Shela would probably have a not insignificant lead, so his first goal was to catch up with her.

"Want a lift?" Traveling in twos would reduce the chances of being ambushed like the gypsy woman probably was, but if she chose not to take his off, he was pretty sure Trombe would enjoy not having to run with a heavy dwarf in full plate in tow.

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I am looking forward to Total War: Warhammer, hopefully it won't be pants

@The Fated Fallen

It's probably poop. The trailers look too good.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Nobody owns a cave. As long as you don't try eating any of us, you should be good, Z-man." Kazuo tucked his wet hair behind his ears so he could better hear what Shela had to see. It seemed like she actually had a good tale or two. Maybe a good story really was all that was needed to get everyone other than the two outsiders and the sleeping elf to relax. Speaking of the elf, when Shela pointed at her, Vaeri turned to the side. This didn't seem to be anything more than a coincidence, however.

"I guess traveling for a similar reason as Shela. Adventuring. Seeing the world. Getting stronger. You know. Usual stuff." Stuff was punctuated by a sneeze that was quiet enough to feel more like an apology than a sneeze. Maybe the rain had affected him a bit more than he let on. In any case, his clothes and hair were drying out pretty quickly. He'd probably be fine.