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Pokemon: Korrano Region - The Great White North

Hopefully this picks back up >.>

THE TALE OF THE LONELY INN (D&D based)

That last picture is really pretty
(also free bump)

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

Another sorceress, of course. Traben shrugged internally, now understanding why the wolves weren't busy sniffing around the wagon or trying to join him in it. A mistrust for Assallya formed from this simple fact, but he didn't let it reach his expression or emotion. Arcane magic could come in handy if things got nasty again. Putting his remaining supplies back in his bag, he leaned back enough to fill the space he had left to work with his hands.

"Let's be off then. The sooner we're there the sooner you get healed up and we all get a decent bed," he said, though he'd rather sleep out under a tree with his wolves than any bed. Any bed with him alone, that is. Just because he was supposed to be a high-and-mighty elf didn't mean he couldn't take his pleasure where he found it, and many other elves had told him that he lived like someone with far fewer years left to him than he had.

Drifters in the 'Verse

Yay, our glorious leader has returned!

The System

"She got HUGE... tracts of land!"

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

"Then we head for the inn," Traben says with a smile as the elf women begins to cozen up to him. Taking his hand from the front of her body, he opens the ceramic pot, dipping his fingers in. They come out coated in a thick green substance that smells faintly of wet grass. He applies this poultice to both the entrance and exit wounds. Then, wiping the excess plant matter on the fabric behind his knees, he picks up a rolled bandage of clean linen.

Holding one end of the bandage in place just below her hand, Traben begins to wrap the bandage over the woman's wounds with deliberate slowness, passing the rolled end from hand to hand. He does this leaned forward slightly, his shoulder supporting the woman's but leaving his hands free to pass between them. The only glance he spares from the form in front of him is down to his wolves, which remain on alert, studying the others who had fought for the caravan and the many dead that littered the ground. One, the smallest, tugged at something on one of the goblin corpses, eventually working free something made of bone to chew on.

"You never did tell me your name," he mentions as he ties off the bandage at the woman's back. "I typically prefer to know at least that much of those I keep from bleeding to death, though I doubt your wound was that dire. But if we are going to be traveling together, you may as well give me that much more to think on.

Drifters in the 'Verse

We do need to find a name for the boat I'll be flying >.>

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Meh, it's not that long, and not that great, but I posted. Sorry for taking forever.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Thomas turned the corner that would take him near the bottom of the stairs, and abruptly stepped back. A crowd of people pushed past him, and though they stood shoulder to shoulder, none came within an arm's length of him. Even as they ignored him, he could feel the burning glares, hear their whispered disapproval. The bell rang as they passed, but Thomas stood quietly by rather than attempt to push his way through the tail end of the group.

Once he started walking again, he found the halls otherwise empty as people headed off to lunch or class or home. These days more than ever he was consistently late to his own classes, preferring to walk the halls with as few people in them as possible. He moved with a relaxed stride now that nobody was staring, and actually took a bit of a look around.

What caught his eyes was the only person on the list he actually felt he had something in common with. Something in common besides Sierra, of course. "Loose" Liza Montgomery was shapely and attractive, but Thomas did not put much stock in the reputation she seemed to have for sleeping around. Of course, he didn't know her well enough to confirm or deny that, but he wondered if Sierra had. Deciding that he had little better to do, he decided to strike up a conversation to see what he might learn.

"So why are you on Sierra's list, Liza?" he asked, leaning against the lockers a few feet from her. "I don't even know why I am, let alone the others," he mused, expecting Liza to simply wander off into her own world. They didn't talk often and when they had Thomas was unsure if he held her interest at all.

Drifters in the 'Verse

Only the fuzziest of fuzzy apples for you.