then that was it, awesome leather corset reminded me of the awesome leather armor.
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I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that picture.
Is not your character wearing the awesomely tooled leather armor?
With reluctance, Lob nodded and lead the way. He would up an axe from the dead twins if it was available to begin the brutal clearing of brush. He was not having a hissy-fit, but leading a wagon was not as easy as most thought, moreso with the sick and injured sensitive to any bumps. They got a wagon in, so it would be easiest to lead the wagon out the way it came, a longer lower route but easy enough all the same.
He was told to find for them and so he was foraging while clearing brush. Tearing out a bush by its base, he found a rabbit warren. There was a quick horrific scream and then Lob popped up with a fat lop by its ears.
"FOOD!"
He was told to find for them and so he was foraging while clearing brush. Tearing out a bush by its base, he found a rabbit warren. There was a quick horrific scream and then Lob popped up with a fat lop by its ears.
"FOOD!"
“Thank you, I know he will cherish it.”
Lob got a hug! He returned the hug and gave Sansa a lick on the side of her face, it was a dog thing. He held back from the group as others were loaded in, taking any barrels of water of food for the others, but he could see the looks on frightened faces. The animal they wanted gone, the beast they endured for the hatemetal he had.
“I need a favor, I need you all and the others to go back to the village without me. I need to bury my father and well I need some time to clear my head. I can take care of cleaning this place up and getting rid of the rest of the bodies. These people don’t need to wait around any longer than they already have to get some food in their stomachs, Could you let Hugh know I am alright and I will be back by nightfall? I know he will be worried sick when you show up and I am not there but yeah, I need some time to clear my head. I just need sometime alone,”
The half-orc huffed and shook his head, this group had more smells, but not enough bodies. It may be the ones that are dead in the village, it may just be all the bodies... but it didn't seem right. He wanted to help bury the dead, he had done it before.
Redwheat, divinghawk, Bigwhite with littlewhite, goldgrass, greywolf, riverstone, swimmingbird... Darknightsky. Those were some of his tribe he had set to rest after the gnolls. He dug the graves with his own clawed hands int eh soft earth of the plains, riders with their dogs whenever he could as it was right. Now he had the chance to bury more dogs, not a wanted choice, but no one else here would give these loyal dogs the burial they deserve.
"Lob, can you lead the way? Make sure the path is clear enough for the wagon to come through easily."
He looked from one female to another, conflicted. He had orders from the alpha to leave and another asking for him to lead them. But something was wrong still.
"Lob lead to road, come back."
Lob got a hug! He returned the hug and gave Sansa a lick on the side of her face, it was a dog thing. He held back from the group as others were loaded in, taking any barrels of water of food for the others, but he could see the looks on frightened faces. The animal they wanted gone, the beast they endured for the hatemetal he had.
“I need a favor, I need you all and the others to go back to the village without me. I need to bury my father and well I need some time to clear my head. I can take care of cleaning this place up and getting rid of the rest of the bodies. These people don’t need to wait around any longer than they already have to get some food in their stomachs, Could you let Hugh know I am alright and I will be back by nightfall? I know he will be worried sick when you show up and I am not there but yeah, I need some time to clear my head. I just need sometime alone,”
The half-orc huffed and shook his head, this group had more smells, but not enough bodies. It may be the ones that are dead in the village, it may just be all the bodies... but it didn't seem right. He wanted to help bury the dead, he had done it before.
Redwheat, divinghawk, Bigwhite with littlewhite, goldgrass, greywolf, riverstone, swimmingbird... Darknightsky. Those were some of his tribe he had set to rest after the gnolls. He dug the graves with his own clawed hands int eh soft earth of the plains, riders with their dogs whenever he could as it was right. Now he had the chance to bury more dogs, not a wanted choice, but no one else here would give these loyal dogs the burial they deserve.
"Lob, can you lead the way? Make sure the path is clear enough for the wagon to come through easily."
He looked from one female to another, conflicted. He had orders from the alpha to leave and another asking for him to lead them. But something was wrong still.
"Lob lead to road, come back."
“Wait, You’re hurt, Drink,”
Lob was about to head back up to the next tree then he felt a hand on his shoulder followed by a potion in his hand. As he drank, she put a strap of her cloth to bind his bite. He would have to think of a way to give back to he alpha as he drank the drink before heading off to the next tree.
With his leg healing by magic, he managed to take a running jump and leap up to the lowest branch with outstretched arms and pulled himself up to the birdcage. Once more he took the chain and the branch to begin his chant as he twisted the teak until it gave with a resounding crash. Dropping the branch but keeping the cage, he lowered the prisoner down to the ground before taking the brush away.
People were safe and the lady licker liked the bow... he needed to find a bow for the alpha female to thank her! He did not need them, but the packs always took the fallen trophies. Setting to work, he took to the fat hunter first to search him over. The last pack hunter told him of 'caches' like squirrel holes in rotten trees or under rocks to hide treasures.
Lob lacked such subtleties so he merely flipped over boulders, tore off the clothes of the slavers or split rotten logs with his bare hands. He founds bags than jungled and tossed them into the middle of the campsite, ate some rancid rations he thohght the dogs would not miss, and SCREAMED in pain as something bit him!
Pulling his hand away, he saw the glistening silver of a blade butting out of s sliver of wood, unmarred by time or weather. He licked his hand for the blood and took the sword. He wasn't sure what kind it was, he didn't use them, but the way it tingled in his hand meant it was either magic or poison.
He brought the blade to the leader of the group.
"Hugh."
Lob was about to head back up to the next tree then he felt a hand on his shoulder followed by a potion in his hand. As he drank, she put a strap of her cloth to bind his bite. He would have to think of a way to give back to he alpha as he drank the drink before heading off to the next tree.
With his leg healing by magic, he managed to take a running jump and leap up to the lowest branch with outstretched arms and pulled himself up to the birdcage. Once more he took the chain and the branch to begin his chant as he twisted the teak until it gave with a resounding crash. Dropping the branch but keeping the cage, he lowered the prisoner down to the ground before taking the brush away.
People were safe and the lady licker liked the bow... he needed to find a bow for the alpha female to thank her! He did not need them, but the packs always took the fallen trophies. Setting to work, he took to the fat hunter first to search him over. The last pack hunter told him of 'caches' like squirrel holes in rotten trees or under rocks to hide treasures.
Lob lacked such subtleties so he merely flipped over boulders, tore off the clothes of the slavers or split rotten logs with his bare hands. He founds bags than jungled and tossed them into the middle of the campsite, ate some rancid rations he thohght the dogs would not miss, and SCREAMED in pain as something bit him!
Pulling his hand away, he saw the glistening silver of a blade butting out of s sliver of wood, unmarred by time or weather. He licked his hand for the blood and took the sword. He wasn't sure what kind it was, he didn't use them, but the way it tingled in his hand meant it was either magic or poison.
He brought the blade to the leader of the group.
"Hugh."
Lob is going to start digging graves for people and bodyparts then start stripping and tossing naked corpses into pits. So let me know if the slavers buried any treasure or have treasure on them.
Hastily, she shook her head in refusal with a quick, "I'll be fine." She did take the bow that was presented to her a bit tentatively. Lob canted his head to the side at the decline to be licked, but she took the bow so that made him happy. When she walked off, the alpha female came to him with orders. Did Lob do wrong by going to the lesser female before the alpha female first?
"Me lick you?"
“Lob, can you get them down safely?” Reaching down she unlatched the keys from her belt and handed them over. “Be careful.” she said as she reached out and took one of his hands, placing the keys in them.
Looking to the trees, then the keys, then the cages. Slowly his mind worked over the details, he knew that the talismans opened doors, but the how of it escaped him, it was always the knife-ear in his old pack that used talismans to open doors. He missed her, but she was one that fought over metal and rocks. He didn't like the metal and rocks that made others mad.
He took the talisman and put it in his teeth as he set his bone against the tree then ran up the trunk to the lowest branch. Hanging upside down, his one leg would not help him climb well so he used it just draped over the limb dripping blood as he put the other three to work to slide down the branch. He held the chains to the bird cage and grabbed the branch after the chain then began to pull.
"Lob strong, tree weak. Lob strong. Tree weak. Lob strong! Tree weak!"
With the strength of a giant, lob wrapped both legs around the tree as he used his whole body to bend the bough. There was a great groan of protest as the half orc forced himself upon the wood, but it began to crack. The cracks became crackles like a call to thunder as half the branch came falling to the ground. Still holding the birdcage chain, he uncurled and lowered the captives to the ground from above. Once the first was free, he dropped to the ground on three with a river of red running down his right. Working through the pain he drug the broken branch away to the edge of the clearing before heading to the second tree.
"Me lick you?"
“Lob, can you get them down safely?” Reaching down she unlatched the keys from her belt and handed them over. “Be careful.” she said as she reached out and took one of his hands, placing the keys in them.
Looking to the trees, then the keys, then the cages. Slowly his mind worked over the details, he knew that the talismans opened doors, but the how of it escaped him, it was always the knife-ear in his old pack that used talismans to open doors. He missed her, but she was one that fought over metal and rocks. He didn't like the metal and rocks that made others mad.
He took the talisman and put it in his teeth as he set his bone against the tree then ran up the trunk to the lowest branch. Hanging upside down, his one leg would not help him climb well so he used it just draped over the limb dripping blood as he put the other three to work to slide down the branch. He held the chains to the bird cage and grabbed the branch after the chain then began to pull.
"Lob strong, tree weak. Lob strong. Tree weak. Lob strong! Tree weak!"
With the strength of a giant, lob wrapped both legs around the tree as he used his whole body to bend the bough. There was a great groan of protest as the half orc forced himself upon the wood, but it began to crack. The cracks became crackles like a call to thunder as half the branch came falling to the ground. Still holding the birdcage chain, he uncurled and lowered the captives to the ground from above. Once the first was free, he dropped to the ground on three with a river of red running down his right. Working through the pain he drug the broken branch away to the edge of the clearing before heading to the second tree.
...I'm bored.
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