POOHEAD189

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Sketti wasn't exactly tired, but due to the small bit of drink and how boring it was to listen to the Grobi speak, he'd fallen asleep on his chair. His snores were generally light, other than a few hacks every now and then. For some reason, he still seemed wary despite the closed eyes and sagged beard.

Cold Front

So, are we still waiting on the other player?

The Lord of the Rings

Dwarves get shit done

The Lord of the Rings

Thurin Stoutarm

Thurin huffed and puffed as he ran down the stairs, his black beard billowing behind him as his short legs pumped furiously. He'd need to head back upstairs at some point to get his boots and armor. Well, he didn't need to. Dwarf feet were tough as the rest of him. But it would surely be the smart thing to do. He'd risk bare feet now though. His mount had been a fine steed over the mountains. He wasn't one to leave a comrade behind.

Thurin burst into the stables past Ofnir and rammed through a lone undead wight like a freight train, bashing it into the ground before gathering his scrawny steed, as well as Vamyr's horse. He lead them out to the front of the Inn and told them to stay there, giving them a hard look and a wag of his stubby finger before making it back upstairs, pummeling a few more undead before getting his things set in order, and heading downstairs again with his items under his armpits. "Right! Let's go horsies!" he told them. He placed his items on his horse's saddle, then grabbed their reins.

He lead them over to the rendevous point where Calariel was stationed. His breath came out steamy puffs, and he looked over the two mounts very carefully to make sure they were in good condition. Seems Ofnir was right about that as well, blasted wizard eye. "Oi Elf! Ye see anything?" he called up. He hoped she wasn't as blind as she looked.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@rush99999Yes indeed

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

Rylen staggered back from the surprising headbutt, placing his hand over his nose. It wasn't broken, but there was blood on his palm now. He dropped the prisoner with a heavy punch, and kneed the heathen on the way down for good measure. His men had drawn swords, but he held his hand up to halt their retribution. "Guess the savages have some spirit." he sighed, then looked to his comrades. "Tie him up and haul him up on a horse like the wounded!"

The mountainous terrain surrounded them as ominously as the odd looking trees did. 50 men at arms under his command, and he still didn't feel ready to be within a thousand miles of a war. That's what it was going to be, he knew. He'd heard enough to have little doubt in his mind. King Hadovad and High Priest Lexicun had called for an end of the foreign tolerance upon their ancient holy land. The other kings had flocked to them in spirit, and a few had decided to join them militarily as well.

Rylen mounted his horse, his brown hair tied in the back and his refined features matching the eagle eye he was giving their surroundings. "Head out!" he called, and the small raiding party embarked back to Fort Harbinger, the closest keep to what the natives called Heroshida. Rylen had no quarrel with these people, but he was a soldier. He wasn't about to question his king, much less his God.

The battle had been hard. Those easterners fought like demons. Looked like them too, from what the men could tell. Even their armor, so different from the more fundamental designs the crusaders wore. Chainmail over leather and under a tabard signifying their king and allegiance was how the west had identified themselves in battle for centuries. Not masks of dragons and blood red coverings that made them seem like something out of hell.

The ride back was uneventful, but even so the men felt uneasy. That had been the first blood shed in years between the East and the West, and many had fallen on both sides. Seems even when there was no war yet, they were determined to fight to the bitter end, tooth and claw. The gates opened, and they entered. The portcullis shutting behind them made this moment in history feel even more final.

What Are You Listening To?

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Ro'Kun looked around unsure of himself. His tail was wrapped around his midsection at the moment. "Well, I dunno! I mean, I feel different a little bit. Like my instincts are bit more sensitive. Like I can smell things I didn't used to and stuff buuuut..."

The young man shook away his confusion and closed his fist, looking at the Dragon with determination. It roared and echoed across the mountains. "Ah fuck it. Come on babe, I'm sure both of us can take this thing. Then we'll totally give that Loki a swirly."
@Wick

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Never mind, found it.

@Jbcool

do wah?

Beyond the Ring - A Tolkien based RP

@JbcoolI like it. Let's do it