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@writingrin Hey there. Once I saw you were opening up a 1x1 thread I had to hop on board the bandwagon tbh.

To Cure a Curse

"Well," Calanon spoke, his voice a bit too jovial and lighthearted after such a furious few minutes of combat. "I thought we could question this one and see if they worked with anyone, or if this was mere happenstance." Hopefully Rayadell could see the wisdom of that, if not the morality of it. Brogach tramped behind Calanon out of the bushes, halting gracefully between the two Elven companions, shaking leaves off of his fur.

The archer continued to mutter as Calanon dropped him, but it didn't take very long for him to regain his senses enough to know he was in some deeper trouble than he was used to. Then again, he could be one of the dead men so he should count his blessings.

His boots scuffed audibly as he backtracked like a cornered rat toward one of the trees, hands and feet in the dirt. Unfortunately for him, and arrow thudded into the timber beside his head, and the man's shivering gaze whipped to and fro between the arrow and the Elf that was already drawing another.

"Wait wait, please! I'll tell you anything!" The man pleaded, nearly flailing his arms about. Calanon didn't give him a quick answer, his face hard set, much like a wolf or other beast intent on their prey. The man's eyes fell from Calanon's stern gaze and he whimpered.

"Who are you?" Calanon asked him sternly, bow string taut and stance wide. The query was terse but not threatening, despite the real threat of his bow.

"C-Cordon, sir. Just a highwaymen. A footpad!"

"Who sent you?"

"No one. I- well, my boss. The one the girl there thumped good did, but no one side's him. We were hearing rich folk would be coming through these mountains."

"Rich folk?" Calanon echoed, before letting loose his arrow. It punched into the bark on the other side of his head this time. A yelp accompanied the jump that followed from the bandit's surprise. "Do you mean us?"

"I swear I don't know!" The man said, holding up his hands. "Just rich folk. Was all I 'eard from the boss I swears! Please spare me. It was all hearsay I says! I just joined the Promixtra, I s-swears! I just need some coin for me mum and sister."

Calanon looked to Brogach for the Elk's opinion, but the creature seemed impassive of the man's pleas. That was somewhat odd. Usually Brogach was quite a good judge of character. He then looked to Rayadell, wondering what they should do with this man.

The Sunday Group

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I can tell tonight's going to be a colorful one for the thread.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@The Narrator@SantosGabriel77@Smystar99@Assallya
Let me know where you/your characters are at when you can, please. :)

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Wish I knew Healthcare jargon. Might need to look this shit up at some point.

The Sunday Group

He lives on the edge.

The Sunday Group

“I should have come to see her, she would have been here to meet me,” Madeline Holt said, a stricken expression contorting her face. It was a good thing Ellie was there to awkwardly comfort their employer, because Manny stood next to the women oblivious to his surroundings, his nose stuck up a copy of the latest Guns & Weapons for Law Enforcement magazine from Harris Publications. Currently, his eyes were scanning over the new Glocks that were coming out the coming year, and a cheaper version of the stingray shotgun shells as well.

If he wasn't obviously in his mid twenties and taller than most of his crew, he might have been mistaken for the most niave and youngest of his coworkers, magazine below his face and lollipop in his mouth. The others talked among themselves as they often did, Manny content with being in his own little world. At least at first appearance, that is. In reality he kept an eye on not only the carousel, but their surroundings.

His paranoia had lost him more dates than he cared to admit, but it was handy in a tight situation. Unfortunately, his observations often made him the bearer of bad news. Truths most people didn't want to deal with.

Once they made it outside, he tucked the magazine under his left arm and slipped his hands in his pockets, breathing in the northern air as if it was refreshing. In reality, it had the fumes of three hundred cars waiting to pick up expected guests. But he enjoyed it for appearance' sake. And to top it off, he casually nudged Kennedy with his shoulder and leaned over familiarly, though the words that left his lips betrayed his deceptive nonchalance.

"Three men behind us, watching Madeline. Don't look." He said, not wanting to call to Ellie with the info too loudly. Chances are Madeline would make a scene that would be detrimental to their investigation. "Tell El." It was the slightest body movement and stiffness in the gait of the three men that had left the airport just behind them that had tipped Manny off. Once he saw their eyes fixed on Madeline, it was one of the easier deductions he had performed recently.

He had his gun at the back of his pants. Once they turned a corner and out of sight, he'd suggest they lure the men elsewhere and perhaps capture one of them.
@FantasyChic

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

A female Captain is sexy, I mean fine, I mean acceptable.

Ok in all seriousness, it depends on the nation and cultures of the crew, but for the most part, while women Captains are uncommon, being female and a Captain causes no real complications and it's completely fine.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@Penny