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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:Beside the Cave
Interacting with: Those working around the fire, Gretchin

Calanon watched his friends begin to prepare their meal, wondering what he could do to contribute. Back in the villages he had used to patrol about, many of the townsfolk would insist that he not do a thing and wait for them to have the food ready, though sometimes he wished to help and cut meat and vegetables for them. He never enjoyed sitting back and having others do work for him, even if the townsfolk often rationalized it with him already being the one to risk his life in the wilds.

As he contemplated on what to do, a movement to the side caught his eye and he turned his head to see Gretchin approaching him. His gaze met her striking blue eyes, and he smiled to her. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but there was something different about her, he guessed. Perhaps the music truly did effect her greatly. Either way, it warmed his heart to see her like that.

"It's a fine feast indeed." He agreed with a chuckle, and then nodded at her following words. "I'd like that." He lifted himself up to his feet, dusting the excess dust and dirt off his knees and rump with a few brushes of his hands, before placing his palms on his hips as he looked around. His chest broadening a bit as he breathed in deeply and focused inwardly.

"I wonder what it is we could do though..." The Elf's voice trailed off, his right hand now reaching his chin and his left supporting the opposite elbow. Suddenly his midnight eyes glinted with an idea. "This Orc settlement here means there must be fresh water nearby. How about we go and fill everyone's water bottles for the feast?" he asked her. His grin was nothing if not fun-loving. "A river should not be too hard to find, and I would enjoy stretching my legs. Does that sound good to you?"

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

I suppose I could be an Adeptus Arbites.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Dragoknighte I could very well be mistaken if Lady A said something happened to it, but Calanon already made a fire when they first got there.

Edit: Though I guess getting more would always be of help, if that was what you were trying to do. If so, my bad bud.

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

It seems like a lot of y'all are doing that, I appreciate you trying to do better though.
If it keeps up the next 2-3 weeks I might think y'all aren't interested anymore. Just please guys, try doing it once a week (unless you're waiting on another post. Then tag that person)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

YES! I'M FREE THURSDAY NIGHTS!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

I'd love to be either a Space Wolf, Black Templar, Imperial Fists, or Salamander <.<

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'll get a Dax post in there in the next day or two, my friends.

The Lord of the Rings

Thurin Stoutarm

Thurin rode upon his horse, gazing around the forest with a practiced eye as he did so. He grumbled every now and then, making sure he was speaking in the mannish tongue and not his native (and ever secretive) Khuzdul. He wasn't entirely certain if this newcomer was some apparition from the wilds, but he dismissed that thought process. Sorcery did not work that way, he was certain. He'd seen enough of Ofnir's and Gandalf's tricks to know that much.

Then again...he had to agree with Lyanna's statement when they found the steaming pool of water amidst the lush green of the Oasis in the middle of the frozen north. "It seems far too convenient." he said aloud. "But then again, I am not one to pass up good fortune, as long as it is trustworthy." He dismounted Leonard the Horse (he always had difficulty with that) and set his waterskin in the pool to refill it, taking a chug before refilling it once more.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

He mirrored her sad smile as she left, allowing them to go before being escorted out of the mansion himself by the Governor's servants. He found himself upon the dirt streets of Port Royale, a place befitting his station as usual. He let out a sigh, and then headed back to his smithy. The streets were riddled with commoners and livestock, while Red Coats marched about with a sense of purpose that Will knew he himself felt smithing or practicing his sword. He was just getting back...

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

@JbcoolOne day to post sir.