Warrior in the Shadows

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

You guys are monsters, my guy gave him a clean death via decapitation

albeit he was burning but still!

@Inertia

You say that, but your current signature is of a rather bloody death.

EDIT: Oh noooooooooow you change it lol.

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Well, I can't finish my post until about 12 o'clock, so bear with me and don't leave me behind. I have some fun stuff in store.

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Hugh was relieved to see that he had been forgiven by Sana, or that was at least how he took the gentle squeeze on his knee. He relaxed and sat back and continued to puff on his pipe, keeping a slight haze of smoke around him. He hadn't really thought she would accept his offer of tobacco. It was almost too relaxing anyways, giving him the realization that it was not good for warding off the ailment of sleepiness. Even so, he did not feel so tired as to doze off, but rather letting himself drift off into thought.

He stared at the smoke, shapes beginning to take familiar forms and make scenes to play with. The scenes were soon turning to memories, as his imagination trailed off to times long gone. He had seen enough hell and misfortune to not wish to dwell on the past, but the past would always haunt him. His sudden choking on his smoke brought him out of day dream land and back into the present.

Hugh certainly felt at ease. He was with a rather pleasant company of experienced adventurers, all with their own pasts and beginnings. Some with no doubt more peaceful pasts than others, but all just as interesting.

Hugh enjoyed the music the bard brought, but he wished for fiddle music. It was the instrument he had always enjoyed most, and listened to the most. It was more associated with the taverns and was usually for parties, along with flutes. Harps were for the more elegant and civilized types.

Finally, Hugh began to drift into sleep, letting his pipe drop from his mouth, still in his hand. He leaned his head forward, slowly, giving way to sleep deprivation. He hadn't even realized he was sleepy, but now, he was just about completely gone from the present. He had tried to return the smile Sana gave him, but he just began to drift off too quickly, nodding in and out of reality.

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Hugh looked back over to her, "I'm so terribly sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I'm so sorry." He hurriedly said. He seemed finally composed and had positive control of his laughter. He was a little bent out of shape, now, and was unsure of how to go about repairing the situation. He put his hand over his eyes, "I'm so so sorry."

Feeling a little embarrassed himself, he stood up and, acquiring a light for his pipe, using a piece of cloth, and the lamp, brought it into his pipe and made the tobacco start to burn. Soon he was puffing on a very pleasant tobacco. After giving it a good amount of puffs, he offered it to Sana, "Would you like some of this? It could help." He had no real idea, but he was sure it couldn't hurt, after all. "It's very good tobacco." He really had no idea if she smoked the pipe at all, but that was the point of offering.

Hugh was beginning to feel guilty, no doubt in his mind that was Sana's goal. "Offended the only other human in the group, you've gone and done." He was at a loss for words, as he had thoroughly embarrassed her, and was trying to make it up, but it wasn't appearing to work. He stood up, crouch walking as the cart was rolling forward, and made his way to the other side. He plopped himself down, next to Sana and offered her the tobacco.

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Alright, I'm off to bed. I'll try to see if I can get a post up early in the morning.

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Hugh nodded his head awkwardly fast as Sana replied to his comment and reacted to how she had placed her hand on his mouth. She had since removed it, and he only gave a large smile in reaction. That smile soon faded after the little halfling spoke odd words into his ear, the implications very clear. "What?-No, why- I don't-" He stopped himself. "Just how old is this halfling?!"

Hugh realized soon that Sana had noticed what had been implied by the Halfling, and was in turn reacting to it. While Elis crawled off from his back, Hugh put up his hands as if he was defending himself, "No, he didn't say anything like that! It's alright!" He wasn't sure how to get a handle on it all for himself.

Hugh finally realized that the real problem with the drink was that it had caused something with her voice, as he concluded her embarrassment seemed to be due to her voice, and the vocal effect was directly involved with the drink. "Oh, I understand. I guess it was a really good thing I didn't mimic your drink." He started laughing quietly to himself, and then it grew stronger, as he started to lose control. He kept his hand over his mouth, and his eyes started to water. He was hoping that it looked more like coughing, as he tried to hide it, so as not to embarrass her.

He finally stood up and reached over to his horse, pulling out his pipe and tobacco from one of the saddle bags. He walked back up to the wagon, and climbed back on, seating himself on the bench adjacent to Sana. "I'm sorry, I hadn't realized it had effected you that match." He said, whilst grinding some tobacco into his pipe.

He heard the little cheep sound she made, and couldn't help but grin. He covered it up by sticking his pipe into his mouth. Incidentally, he almost stuck the wrong side into his mouth, before correcting his mix up. "Hmmm, I need a light." He thought, not sure how to apprehend one, but simply keeping his pipe in his mouth, and chewing at the mouth piece a little.

He felt a little stupid for the embarrassment he had caused, or at least he felt he caused, to Sana. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, taking the pipe from his mouth. "Oh dear." Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Bjoric the Dwarf, exclaiming about there being a Kobold in the wagon. "Oh dear." He said, memories popping up he had with them, as the small and mischievous creatures that they were.

"Wait, are you sure that's what you think it is? We might need a little, before we start poking swords all over the place." He concluded

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This RP just has so much development available. The plot never ends!

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Hugh was calmly thinking to himself about what that stuff Sana had at the tavern, in fact, was, when a hand clasped his mouth and muffled any words of objection he might have to say. It was Sana, as a matter of fact. The confusion was furthered by her squeaking the word "NO" and shaking her head at him. A very quizzical look came across Hugh's face after her last words, but his face softened its expression when she locked eyes with him.

He was at a loss, and his brain was stumbling over itself. If his mouth hadn't been covered, a grip that was now softened to covering his lips, he would have been stumbling with his words for what to say. It seemed as though time stood still, as he kept his eyes locked on hers before he said, "Was it," He paused "...really that bad?" He finished his question in a muffled tone, slightly understandable to the foreign ear.

Last march of the Dwarves

Gudmund Tollak

Appearance: He stands at 5'8, muscled from years of being a fighter. His hair goes down to his shoulder, and is rough and course. His beard is lengthy and full grown, and goes to his chest. His hair color is brown and his eyes are blue. He has lots of gray hair, too. He is very hairy over most of his body. He wears an earthen blue tunic, with a white pullover three button shirt. His pants are dark gray and form fitting. He wears a pair of large black leather boots. He wears a plain dark brown waist belt. He wears a chainmail shirt and pauldrons. He also wears a large bear fur to cover him from the cold. He wears shin and knee guard armor.

Name: Sir Gudmund Tollak

Age: 35

Titles/Alias: Knight, Gudmund, or just Tollak

Race: Human

Rank: Knight, works with the dwarves.

Weapons: Cleaver falchion, large war hammer. He uses a round buckler shield with his falchion, and he just keeps it on his back. He has one small tomahawk.

Personality: He comes across as experienced and gruff. His demeanor makes him come across as a barbarian. Regardless he still has the honor of a knight. He is about as chivalrous as they come, though rough around the edges. He's a bit of a different knight, in the fact that his fighting style is similar to a barbarian, and is rougher than most. He keeps himself fit, often by wrestling and sword fighting with anyone available for at least two hours a day.

Bio: He was raised as a knight, throughout his life. He wasn't knighted until he was 25, so he spent about ten years as a squire. The lord he served under was very demanding of his squires and only wanted perfect knights, so it took Gudmund quite awhile to earn his knighthood. He still got sent to be a human envoy, a sort of warrior envoy, sent to keep the peace between humans and dwarves by means of offering them manpower. He has worked with the dwarven kind since he was 29, getting used to their ways of life, though he has spent almost all of his time speaking with higher ranking officials and training his body to keep in good physical shape, ready for any kind of fighting.

Him and the rest of the company of human knights tasked as garrison with the dwarves, will have to fight any enemy the dwarven kind come up against. They are under orders from their King to be of great use to the dwarves and cultivate good human and dwarf relations.

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@Afina It's all good, and I'm only a little confused and I will soon reiterate that with Hugh.

EDIT: I'm still gonna have to wait for someone else to post, before I put up my already written post. The temptation was too much.