Tracyarmav

Animal Army

Anisim Misolav

Day 1, breakfast.

Anisim noted the arrival of each of the others with little more than a glance at each. After that he mostly ignored others; Preferring to focus on filling his belly with food he was certain he wouldn't see, much less taste, again until he was done with this gig. He paused at Aleksei's greeting, though he waited until he'd finished his plate to respond. As he filled it again, he gave the kid a second glance. He was a tough character, about the same age as Anisim, and he had killed before. Anisim wasn't sure how he knew that, but he was willing to bet his clothes that the boy had killed. Anisim nodded to Aleksei and replied, as a girl walked into the room.

Hello comrade.

Interesting, the new arrival was also barefoot... What animal might you be darling? I notice she chose to sit next my neighbor in my peripheral vision. Interesting choice, but here comes the pet. I wondered what, if anything, she'd done to earn that title. A panther huh, sounds like she might be my kinda girl, pity I won't get a chance to pursue that option... wait. That might work actually... assuming of course she isn't lesbian or strictly master's plaything. Collars huh, how typical of these overbearing pimps. I'd have to see what I could do about that, on accident of course, but it's be interesting to know just how they intended to keep us contained. If it was an explosive collar I'd die of laughter at the fools for sure. I turn back to my second plate of food, paying little heed to the babbling pervert playing ring master.

Knighthood- Closed

@Themerlinhawk post what we have in the colab if you want, or any portion there of.

Animal Army

Anisim Misolav walked into the room, and glanced around. Seeing Vlad, he snarled at the man, before ignoring the man and grabbing a plate to fill. That done, he began eating quickly but neatly. He wore a dark gray denim overall over an orange T-shirt. His feet were bare, and were dirty with dust from the "cell" he was kept in. He'd lived in worse, but he hated this place the most. This place was the cause of his pwn personal misfortune, though he could not blame it for the enslavement of his two younger sisters. He smiled, and inwardly laughed at the fools or teaching him the skills and giving him the power to exact his revenge on them and those who started all this. That was why he did exactly as he was told, without comment, or complaint. Someday his chance would come, he knew it would, and that day they would realize their mistake, and re the day they had destroyed his family, this he swore upon the souls of his parents.

Knighthood- Closed

Yeah, and I work Sat. evening, and I have no life at the moment so please pardon my eagerness to continue this wonderful plot. Which leads to the second item: Starting the colabs; I'm ready when y'all are boss.

Knighthood- Closed

Watches the tumble weed blow through the thread, on a moaning wind...

Animal Army

Prowls about restlessly, eagerly awaiting another writer to poun-- er, welcome to the rp.

Lord of the Rings: The Shadow of Barad-dûr - [OPEN for new players]

No that's ok, I've disided not to join your group. Thank you anyways

@Mia17

:( Awww... well thanks for considering joining; and happy writing elsewhere!

Lord of the Rings: The Shadow of Barad-dûr - [OPEN for new players]

Eros watched and listened attentively, carefully considering the map and committing its every line to memory as his father had taught him to do. As Raven ordered them all to bed, and made his own way upstairs, Eros lingered only long enough to get fresh ice for his hand before heading to his own room and sleeping soundly for the remainder of the night. Rising early, thanks largely to his throbbing hand, Eros bathed in a cold bath, and dressed in full war glory. A padded cloth hauberk under a heavy chain-mail hauberk, polished steel cap over a soft leather cap, lined with wool to fight the cold, and sturdy, knee high leather boots, scuffed and worn with use but still road worthy. He belted his spear and bow to his back, and slung three full quivers across his chest on a thick leather belt. Around his waist hung a belt to which a bedroll, canteen, tender box, fletching kit, and a small coin purse were all attached via a series of thin leather chords.

Eros wandered down stairs after checking his reflection and shaving his stubble, knowing that today might be the last day in a long time that he could afford the luxury. Seeing Raven tucking into a hearty breakfast, Eros followed suit and sat down to eat quickly and be ready to go when the other's finished.

Lord of the Rings: The Shadow of Barad-dûr - [OPEN for new players]

Posted, and just looking to cover all the bases, not trying to derail the SL.

Lord of the Rings: The Shadow of Barad-dûr - [OPEN for new players]

Eros followed doggedly, though he had no trouble keeping pace. He listened and though, thought and listened, he wasn't much of a planner or thinker, but one question did come to mind that he felt needed voicing as it became clear that the group was going to Mordor. He had gone up stairs and donned his weapons, though his armor he merely laid out for the morning. Now nursing a swelling hand with some ice chips and a damp rag from Butterbur, he sat at the table, as far from the fire as possible to keep the ice as long as possible, and he offered his own question, one that might not hold much merit, but that his mind needed an answer too.

I'd rather not go through Moria, no offense master Ori, but deep places and I are not on good terms. Why not go south and seek the white wizards council, or go east to Elrond, but from there take the lonely road. The same road Thorin and company traveled some twenty years ago, if they can make it we surely can. We just won't stop at Erebor, we'll move on past the Iron hills, and come down from the north.

If I was the dark lord, my focus would be on the kingdoms of men, as they are the descendants of his last defeat, Isildur. So why don't we try to rally the elves and dwarves into helping us crush his fortress while he's out pillaging the realms of men. He might not even see it coming in time to do much about it, though I wouldn't count on it. Not with these riders out and about.

I outlined with my right index finger, the paths I was suggesting, both south through the Gap of Rohan and east through the Misty Mountains, to the north of Moria, and on to Mirkwood, and Erebor, across to the Iron Hills then South through Rhûn and around into the back of Mordor. I don't know if either are particularly viable, but I know that the north roads will be hard for the riders to travel, and so perhaps I wish to take the north roads to be as far from them as possible. Even so, I will not hesitate to follow Raven where ever he decides to go, he has led us well so far, and I'm not about to doubt him now.