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    1. Warrior in the Shadows 12 yrs ago

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11 yrs ago
Some day, I'm probably gonna take up smoking because of my job. Or heavy drinking.
11 yrs ago
I can do better. I will do better.
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11 yrs ago
Just kidding, I am going clubbing. Every. Flipping. Weekend.
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11 yrs ago
Never ever going clubbing again.
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11 yrs ago
WHEW. GOT A HOT DATE ON JULY 4TH.

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Hugh put on his chainmail and threw the rest of his gear in the cart. He simply had his falchion, his tomahawk, and his chainmail shirt. "Yes, I'm alright. I guess I was just feeling a little bit of the blood loss getting to me." He said, responding to Sana's concerns. He looked her right in the eyes when she swung around on the wagon, speaking to him, and pointing to where he had been injured. He looked to his shoulder, and said, "Oh, yes, I was." He said it as if he had forgotten the injury.

Sana quickly swung back around the wagon to her original position. "You seem to be alright, if I'm not wrong." He said to her, starting the slow walk behind the wagon, his hand resting on his sheathed blade. He looked up at her, a very blissful smile on his face as he slogged along through the sand after the cart. It wasn't going very fast, so he was walking at a rather leisurely pace. He was hopeful that Rodger was doing alright, as the cart was not as loaded down. Hugh hadn't used him for pulling carts as much as he had just free riding. Rodger and Hugh had been a pair of heroes, rescuing those in need against nature and creatures. The perfect horse for a skilled warrior.
I'm working on one.
Sorry, I've been so busy today. Today started out so nice and ended so horribly. Well, it didn't exactly start out very nice, because I woke up feeling like a bag of bricks.
Good God, I feel like so much crap warmed up this morning.
Hugh was taken aback by the newcomers knowledge. It was apparent he had no ill intentions towards Hugh, but rather just so studious. Hugh faltered, "I... I don't know what to say." He said looking at the image Artos had created of the old building. "It looks just like it." He said, with a little bit of remorse in his voice. His emotions began to well up inside of him, as he got a little choked up. "You've seen my old city... in ruins?" He sighed. It was not so surprising, but he had thought those that took it would have taken it over, not burned it and leave it to rot.

"I suppose it is best it be left untouched." Hugh muttered. He trailed off for a little. He was happy to know that his kind had not been totally forgotten, but Hugh was no longer a Paladin. He had left that long ago, choosing instead to just be a skilled fighter for hire.

Hugh went over and prepared his horse, removing the saddle with all its accouterments and plopping it on the wagon. He then guided Rodger over to the front of the wagon, leaving him bare backed. He left the harness on his head, and tied his reins to the front. Then he put the wagon hauling harness on him and left it at that. "We'll hook him up when we get started. I'd rather not leave him to hold something when we're not moving." He always made sure to take good care of his horse.

Afterwards, Hugh went around, picking up his armor items and wiping down his falchion, sheathing it after it was satisfactorily cleaned. He then picked it all up and walked over to Sana's guard position. "I can pull shifts with you. You seem so keen on taking it first, I'll wait." He said, only thinking that he was probably not going to fall asleep after all, as he felt restless and had taken a few hours of sleep before the fighting. "If you hear anything, be sure to wake me. Better grumpy than dead." He said with a little bit of a smirk.
I'll wait for Inertia to post before I post. I'm off to bed.
All that I've been listening to lately is alternative. I just discovered this band called Fallible and they have a really good sound.
@Warrior in the Shadows
Is it fine if I mention a crest on his armor or something of the sort?


Yes, but it can't be anything huge. A minor crest or the design of the armor. His falchion could be the thing that has the crest, or his warhammer, because remember, he was a fugitive.
Hugh smiled with Sana at her commentary. Once she mentioned that they needed to get rid of the bodies he volunteered, "I'll help take care of it after I get a shirt." He said.

Hugh was seated on Sana's order and tried to take up a more relaxed position as she cleaned his wounds. He chuckled at her flat response to his chiding her to be gentle. He felt himself wince for a second and then relax as Sana touched the cloth to his wounds. He felt a warm and fuzzy sensation coursing through him, as Sana touched her hand to his back and continued working on his wounds. Regardless of how relaxed he tried to make himself look, he was feeling a little nervous and his heart seemed to be pumping harder.

He was starting to feel a little light headed, and his theory was that it was from the blood loss, or at least that's what he told himself. He definitely felt his heart beat a little harder when she got closer to work on him. She had finally finished after running her fingers over his once wounded skin, and wringing out the bloody rag. "Um, uh..." He stumbled over his words for a few seconds, "Excuse me, thank you." Came the words he finally got out, thanking Sana.

Hugh headed over to his horse and pulled a shirt from one of the saddle bags, striding back over while pulling it on as he listened to what the newcomer had to say. What the newcomer said put Hugh a little on edge. "How did you know my name?" He was a little wary now. "And why did you call me by 'sir'?" He looked at Artos rather inquisitively. "But, I would rather not spar with you over a cleaned bedroll, how about some tobacco instead?." Hugh wasn't too keen on getting into random sparring matches with people who seemed to know more about him when all he knew was the other man's name.

"If you know of my name, you probably know of my past, and I would like to inquire upon you, how do you know of me what else is there to your knowledge?" Hugh said, turning to face Artos. Hugh hadn't made much of an effort to hide his past, as he kept his name, but merely going by the name Hugh and rarely, if ever, using his full name. He hadn't used the title of "sir" in a very long time.
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