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HE'S LYING. I CAN TELL.
RIGHT THROUGH HIS TEETH. EVERYONE PANIC.
no, but seriously, keep doing what you're doing, Zeph. We don't really mind. If we did mind, what would we do about it? Go over to you physically and poke you until you post?
N-not like I'd do that or anything...
Whilst I don't want to say that I'm leaving the RP, I certainly don't have the time to RP atm. As it turns out, your last year at university really is as hard as they make out! Obviously it goes without saying, but feel free to take over my characters (or kill them off). Sorry!@LeonerdoKuruk listened as the knights introduced themselves. ‘Kane – Shiny Armour’ he recited to himself, ‘Oscar – Smiley Man Child’. He wasn’t good at remembering names… or faces… or much at all really. Life seemed to boringly treacle by when he wasn’t fighting, and he didn’t care to pay much attention. “I cannot say for certain what the king's motivations are... but the guards and the walls surrounding Maceron is this city's last line of defense, and therefore, are requiring of fortification. The soldiers in Talbor's armies are the offensive branch of this country's military, and are making preparations to mount an offensive as we speak. You are free to fight the Legion as you please, outside the name of Talbor. Though due to their superior numbers and weaponry, that would be foolish.” “In layman's terms,” Oscar added, “we're working on it. You can throw as many rocks at the Legion as you'd like.” Kuruk wagged his dark tail subconsciously when he heard the words ‘mount’ and ‘offensive’, but he was otherwise disappointed at their suggestions. Even he wasn’t foolish enough to try fight a group on soldiers on his own, let alone an entire army. “There must be something Kuruk can do around here?” he moaned, “Can’t even fit in your fucking taverns! You are all too tiny!” It was true, given that the average human height was about a foot and a half smaller than him, that he was unable to enter many of the smaller buildings throughout the city. It wasn’t like he could just crouch around either, given he was a centaur. He was understandably getting bored of having to drink out the front of tavern in the cold, and of spending nights in the stables on the edge of town.
So, did you hear that Mahz is working on implementing Etherpad directly into the Guild?That's pretty cool. Perhaps a bit unnecessary though. Congrats on the drivers licence btw :)
@LeonerdoWhilst Kuruk stomped around in the tense stand-off and made his annoyance clear, he failed to notice the girl that bounced off his back-end. Though he felt something, he had assumed it had been the cow. “Fighting, brawling, pugilism... violence and assault of any sort, as well as acts of public lascivia, is not tolerated within the walls of Maceron, as decreed by the king of Talbor. If you do not cooperate with the G-2 division, then it is our solemn duty to subdue and detain you in the dungeons of Maceron.” Declared the fancy dressed knight before the two of them readied their weapons. “Pfft!” snorted Kuruk with a bit of a chuckle. He could tell they didn’t want to fight – someone would already be dead by now if they did. He would have reached for his own weapon at that point had the girl not started sobbing for aid; her weak and weary tone sapped his anger slightly, and he watched her get escorted away through the corner of his dark walnut eyes. “As you can see, I am a busy man. I advise you to leave the scene and not cause any more trouble this day, or to leave the city. You have no third option.” Continued the knight, who seemed to be growing irritated by the stand-off. The other knight, the one with the shield, had grown a slight smile - one which Kuruk would have been elated to have wiped off. “You couldn’t hold me in some dungeon. I would die before I let a man put chains around me again!” he snarled. Unfortunately, his own mentioning of the word 'chains' reminded him of his captivity and this only soured his mood further. He locked eyes with the knight and saw no signs of wavering, no signs of fear or doubt. It might have been refreshing for him to have been in the presence of another warrior, especially after dealing with cowardly guards for weeks, but now he was focused on the man’s movements and what he would need to do should either of them try anything. The tense situation dragged on in silence for what felt like hours (though it was no more than a dozen seconds). “Fine!” he eventually growled with a light flailing of his empty hands, “But tell me, what is your name? And why won’t your pathetic king allow Kuruk or the guards to fight the Legion head on?” The giant’s resignation helped to defuse the situation somewhat, which seemed to relieve and disappoint the small crowd in equal measure. With the tension loosening, the crowd continued to shuffle on away from the city’s walls along with the rest of the uneasy populace. The little elven farmer had also managed to get Daisy moving by now and they too quickly disappeared into the flow of traffic, leaving only the centaur and the two knights.
