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HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

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HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

Sign me up! This almost sounds like Kilo-Five!

Story to Remember

Hey @Silvan Haven! How are you? Long time no see.

Story to Remember

Heck I'm in... I don't know about world building too much, but when this all happens I WILL be there :)

I can finally use my character here again! Woohoo!

Caravan: Resurrection

@tex awesome :)

Caravan: Resurrection

Wow, I feel terrible for not posting in this piece of art.

I finally realized that my interest in RPing is at its height while I am reading some sort of novel. When I stopped posting I had just finished a long fantasy novel... and now I just started another novel and my interest is back. I can find the same relation back in other threads I used to post in.

If only I had realized this sooner. . .

Caravan: Resurrection

Paric followed the path so easily cut by the Myti. The Myti obviously had trained with a long sword before, as Dannisus seemed to be completely unaware of the weapon's weight. If it came to close combat and his fire was not effective, Paric knew who he would get behind. However, the Dannisus seemed pretty relaxed, and there were not any giant centipedes or spiders, so he was feeling quite good about their journey.

Even though Paric was nodding his head, the Myti's words about the local fauna went through one ear and out the other. Ayer would be listening, and that would work for both of them. Despite that, he did appreciate the Myti's effort in alerting them of their surroundings. It was a decent sign that the Myti wasn't trying to kill them. It also didn't mean that the Myti cared for Ayer and Paric. The plants were amazing, though. Something Paric had not seen in a long time. He couldn't remember which ones Dannisus said they shouldn't eat or were dangerous, so Paric just avoided touching anything if he could help it.

Paric followed the Myti's path slowly and carefully. In a better state of being he could have made is way through here with some agility, but for now it was slow going if he wanted to avoid touching anything. "Leias anything like this?" He asked after he saw the Myti's head darted somewhere.

Caravan: Resurrection

Paric watched Dannisus as the Myti entered an alerted state. Paric himself didn't hear anything and couldn't smell anything over the smell of alcohol, which his nose refused to let go of. The good news was that Dannisus would let him keep the small flask. It was the best thing to happen to him in so far in their mess of a night. "Or maybe not," he muttered, "it was good to have escaped the friendly shark and the Nillium guards."

Ayer's brief beckon and the Myti's urgency to get moving convinced the drunk to get going. "One more for the road," he muttered as he popped the cap on the flask. He took a mouthful and swallowed, letting out a happy sigh. Then he set off behind his friend and the strange Myti. I wonder if all Myti act like him. I'll have to pay some attention once we get Leias.

Of course, Paric figured the rhetorical bit was about moving and speaking, but one could never know. The Myti could have been referring to any of the questions that had been asked already. Paric didn't put it past him. "So what creatures roam these parts? Any giant centipedes? That would be BAD." He said loudly, so that the Myti could hear him. "Or spiders. Giant spiders would also be terrifying. I'd have to start lighting things on fire."

@RyuShura

Caravan: Resurrection

Paric shrugged at himself. Ayer would probably take offense, but Paric had been called incompetent before and he did have to agree with it. His knowledge of the world was shockingly low. Most of what he knew was from his travels from shabby town to shanny town, which we're often not made sober, and from stories, which we're often not told sober. So he accepted the small flask, his brow furrowing at its size. He plucked the container's lid and gave the contents a quick whiff. It would have to do. He took a mouthful from the flask, swished it, and swallowed. A small smile formed, "mind if I hold on to this for awhile?" He gave the flask a shake, "we are going to travel with you, afterall, seeing as you will slow your pace some."

Paric decided he would wait before he began to trust Dannisus. The Myti seemed to be more interested in Ayer's device compared to their lives. He made that much obvious, basically implying that Ayer and Paric would be a a deadly liability. Paric had dealt with people like the Myti before, though, and it usually went okay for him. He lived a low-key life, and no one had ever targeted him for something. "We won't cause you trouble," he elbowed Ayer's arm, "isn't that right, friend?"

@RyuShura

Caravan: Resurrection

Paric's gaze had been locked in the direction Dannisus had pointed. The Myti's unwillingness to guide them struck a blow to his morale. His heart had sunk low in his chest. He felt lost just looking at the trees and underbrush that would stand in their path. As if he they would be able to travel through there. If he was healthy, sure, he could fend off the odd monster that might assail them, but he was completely exhausted. He had plenty of mana, but not the energy to loose much of it. There was, also, the bit about his arm. If it were to become infected...

Ayer had the answer, though. By going with the Myti they assured themselves a guide to the unknown land they found themselves on. Whether the Myti would be willing to travel at their pace was a different matter all together. He turned his gaze from the trees to Ayer. "Yes, friend, I say we go with him." Then to the Myti traveler, "if you will have us, we would be grateful. We'll be slow and need rest. If you have medicines for my arm to keep infection at bay, that would be appreciated as well."

"Oh and one more thing. Do you happen to have any liquor on you? Surely you have some. I mean, you seem to be a creature of many items." He subconsciously licked his drying lips. "My mind is starting to feel sharper. And that isn't good because I'm not smart to begin with."