Could I have a kroot hound with me? I thought it would be cool. A hunter and his dog kind of thing.
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You can have tau, I have started thinking a Kroot might be fun.
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Oscar nodded at the other knight, obviously his senior. he was pleased at the compliment even though it was a compliment towards the order rather than any comment on Oscar's personal skill. Abdul's reaction was less than encouraging however, it was difficult to tell the reason for his reaction. Oscar decided that putting Abdul's fears to rest would be the best course of action. before he spoke however the brute of a woman who jostled him to get by spoke up about getting supplies, Cythlla she announced herself as. and Oscar was more than happy to let her do something as tedious as retrieving supplies.
"Do not worry about my ability Abdul. I am Oscar, Sergeant of the Revered 2nd company, I was among the Legion that drove the demons out of the cursed town of Tristram..." even as he spoke his eyes lose focus and he becomes distant, recalling the bloody battle that was to take back the town. some hero had descended the depths of the crypt and beyond to slay the old demon that resided there, however the evil was not gone once its master was slain. for days soldiers marched down into the catacombs of Tristram only to be slain, and for days they carried out the maimed and wounded. Oscar drew his first blood in that crypt, and nearly his last breath. the demon only known as the Butcher had nearly slain him, the creature's massive cleaver hacking through shield and armor alike, leaving a wicked scar across Oscar's chest.
Oscar coughs and drowns the memory with a swig from the awful mead, the flavor clearing his mind faster than the alcohol. "it is a pleasure to meet you all" he says nodding to the other mercenaries around him. "so, what is this Mission? i unfortunately know little about this place."
"Do not worry about my ability Abdul. I am Oscar, Sergeant of the Revered 2nd company, I was among the Legion that drove the demons out of the cursed town of Tristram..." even as he spoke his eyes lose focus and he becomes distant, recalling the bloody battle that was to take back the town. some hero had descended the depths of the crypt and beyond to slay the old demon that resided there, however the evil was not gone once its master was slain. for days soldiers marched down into the catacombs of Tristram only to be slain, and for days they carried out the maimed and wounded. Oscar drew his first blood in that crypt, and nearly his last breath. the demon only known as the Butcher had nearly slain him, the creature's massive cleaver hacking through shield and armor alike, leaving a wicked scar across Oscar's chest.
Oscar coughs and drowns the memory with a swig from the awful mead, the flavor clearing his mind faster than the alcohol. "it is a pleasure to meet you all" he says nodding to the other mercenaries around him. "so, what is this Mission? i unfortunately know little about this place."
anyone want to colab a post with me?
i would like to get some good character interaction going.
i would like to get some good character interaction going.
Oscar feels someone brush past him, a woman looking like a barbarian. he ignores her, the posturing and mightier than thou contest isnt something Oscar is interested in. he is here to simply destroy the demons in the dark, not prove himself. he shakes his head, amused at the brute. 'is this what this town does to people?' he ponders, 'or is it the dungeon, bah no reason to dwell on it. im here on a mission.'
Oscar steps through the threshold of the tavern where he is supposed to meet his employer and the rest of the party. several... colorful characters seem to be making themselves known to Abdul, apparently it is his turn. he walks up to the bar and twists the steel helm off his head and sets is carefully on the counter. "Mead" he says to the bar keeper. after a moment he gets a mug of something that could only be loosely be called mead. it tastes foul but there is a hint of alcohol in it, maybe just enough to take the edge off. Oscar picks up the helmet and tucks it up under one arm to make his way over to Abdul.
"Abdul Alhazred, the Mad Man. ive heard rumors about you, and the word is you need mercenaries."
Oscar steps through the threshold of the tavern where he is supposed to meet his employer and the rest of the party. several... colorful characters seem to be making themselves known to Abdul, apparently it is his turn. he walks up to the bar and twists the steel helm off his head and sets is carefully on the counter. "Mead" he says to the bar keeper. after a moment he gets a mug of something that could only be loosely be called mead. it tastes foul but there is a hint of alcohol in it, maybe just enough to take the edge off. Oscar picks up the helmet and tucks it up under one arm to make his way over to Abdul.
"Abdul Alhazred, the Mad Man. ive heard rumors about you, and the word is you need mercenaries."
I want to keep posting but I should wait. Lol
oh! can i use the title for Abdul Alhazred "The Mad Arab"?
good name by the way, straight from Lovecraft.
good name by the way, straight from Lovecraft.
Hamlet, Day 1
Oscar steps off the carriage and looks around the ruin of the once vibrant town. each building ragged through years of neglect and disrepair. 'What evil has befallen this place' thinks Oscar as he checks his meager supplies, it had cost him nearly his entire life savings to travel to this place, he knew that payment for his services would be in the near future. the payment would matter little, bringing down the demons of the darkness would be the reward.
Oscar lifts the visor on his helm and searches for the tavern, he was supposed to meet his employer there, he takes a few steps crunching down the dusty road in his plate mail. He places a hand on the hilt of his long sword and grips the steel shield tighter as he begins to truly feel the evil that runs deep in this place. instinctively Oscar begins to mutter a prayer to himself, but it feels hollow and token as it falls from his lips. a smile flashes beneath the helm, as a thought crosses his mind 'Finally, a true place of evil to be purged'. Finally he stomps off towards the tavern, plate mail clattering all the way, to meet his employer. Abdul, who knows what this man truly wants.
Oscar steps off the carriage and looks around the ruin of the once vibrant town. each building ragged through years of neglect and disrepair. 'What evil has befallen this place' thinks Oscar as he checks his meager supplies, it had cost him nearly his entire life savings to travel to this place, he knew that payment for his services would be in the near future. the payment would matter little, bringing down the demons of the darkness would be the reward.
Oscar lifts the visor on his helm and searches for the tavern, he was supposed to meet his employer there, he takes a few steps crunching down the dusty road in his plate mail. He places a hand on the hilt of his long sword and grips the steel shield tighter as he begins to truly feel the evil that runs deep in this place. instinctively Oscar begins to mutter a prayer to himself, but it feels hollow and token as it falls from his lips. a smile flashes beneath the helm, as a thought crosses his mind 'Finally, a true place of evil to be purged'. Finally he stomps off towards the tavern, plate mail clattering all the way, to meet his employer. Abdul, who knows what this man truly wants.
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