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I'd offer one of my characters but I think I'm done here; I got a writer's block a while back and haven't much interest in returning, unless I came up with a new character maybe.
((No but it's like, what if his character was able to hold onto the sword without you snatching it? But you gave no chance for him to counteract, you just said you could do it. And it's down to the creator and controller of the character what they can and can't do, not the person performing an...
((Well, both of these guys are performing acts on the other characters and declaring the results without consulting the controller of the characters. Plus, he just stole someone's sword with less than 2 lines of writing and the other one stole it back with no fuss either. In an RP server of an...
"I'm telling you, I saw them patrolling on this road!" He whispered with a rasped venom. In the bush, the decanus and a small contingent of legionnaires had removed their armor and were dressed in their fine crimson, which did well to shadow them in the forest. The road curved round to the bush...
Thorek nodded slowly, looking down to the table.
"Yes, he was a good friend to me, and lords over his forest. He stayed with me for a few years after his brother left - I never saw that one again. Now he lets me pass through on hunts, and he seems to take a shining to the Stormcloaks too; we ran...
Thorek took a drink of mead and leaned further into the table, closer to Corelas. He spoke with a grim tone.
"It was no triumph. I had hunted the bitch for weeks when I heard a whelping echo against the trees. See, Elf, after my days as the most feared Stormcloak commander in Ulfric's army, I...
Thorek raised an eyebrow to him "So you've heard?" he said with a smile as he reached a hand up and rubbed the fur of the large black wolf which clung to his back; it reached the floor in the inn and looked as clean as when they'd first seen it. The snows of Skyrim will do that to a fine pelt.
Thorek looked confused and suddenly shocked at Corelas.
"Falkreath hold, huh? That's not too far from Riften. You hear tale of that huge mother wolf that was poaching all the Jarl's stags around 10 years ago?"
The maidens of the bar came by and put mugs of mead onto the table. They could hear...
The wizard smiled and clapped his hands together.
"Excellent!" He exclaimed, spinning on his heels and throwing his arms into the air, "A round on me!" He shouted, much to the amazement of the patrons of the inn, who released grip of their weapons, smiling and cheering for the peaceful...
Thorek shrugged off the mentioning of his branding ritual, as he had benefited from it in some ways.
"Well the Gods move in mysterious circles, let it be and all that tripe. I'm just glad we can all gather round and remember our old tales now!" He said with a smile, clasping his hands together...
Hroki rolled his eyes and gave Thorek a sideways glance as Corelas called him "Boy" - his father refused to introduce him in any other way, despite him being an accomplished legionnaire and a father of two children.
"Nice to meet you all." He said, gesturing around the room, "I'm sure my father...
Saloman raised his eyebrows and let out a grin, satisfied with the answer he was given.
"It seems I generalised; a few bad apples, eh?" He laughed a little. "Elf, I want nothing more than to join you on your 'travels' and provide some support for this merry band."
He kept his grin as he looked...