ShaggyDoo0

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Hah. Shaggy. Thank you for the touching remembering.

@Zelosse

Plan to smelt them down into a helm or weapon so they will still be able to help

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@agentmanatee sorry, work and college hit me hard
Trying to balance alot of things at the moment... I don't really have time to make my character

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

@Snarfulblast I...I...I'm sorry....

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

I tried and only scared them off

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Seems we have another guest of a smaller stature, be careful that you do not get trodden on

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Seems we have a slender creeper
Welcome and meet our band of misfits

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Hope I didnt screw anything up by showing my bearded face

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

This dwarf is still kicking!

P.S. when did we start speaking in ancient yordle?

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Glodin watched as his friends burned in the funeral fires. The Elf lass, strong of will, mind, and body. Her human lover, a well trained fighter with tremendous strength and as stubborn as a mule. He lost two great comrades that he escaped hell with, and he will not let their deaths be meaningless. Glodin vowed to aid in the fall of the so called "Dead God" even if it cost him his life. The dwarf retuned to his room once the ceremonies ended and packed his things to be ready for the ride and whatever may happen on the road. He made sure to carefully wrap a plate from Bartuc's old chest peice and Ruinil's dagger before placing them into his pack. Glodin barely managed to stap his pack shut when the messenger came to tell him that his Captain was ready. Glodin nodded his thanks to the young man before donning his armor and weapons, then lastly the bulging pack onto his back. He was a sight as he walked through the halls and to the stables with a backpack on his back roughly the size of him, while being fully armored and armed with a copy of the Captains sword resting on his shoulder.

He set his pack down with the Captain's gift on a crate before saddling up his mule, making sure that a tent and bedroll were securely attached to the side along with his pouch of trail rations and a second pouch of nothing but bottles of ale. He was silent as he prepared and he only gave a sad nod to his Captain when he made eye contact with her.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@agentmanatee hit a road block with character personality and how mechanical I want him to look