Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160406152407/@comment-5543592-20160406204913

With Talin vanished, Crimson filled the gap in leadership. He brought not a tight, no nonsense attitude to the group but what he called 'awesomness.'  He made descisions are where to go, what do, how they'd do it. He kept hopes up that the missing group members weren't dead and at night times he attempted to raise everyone spirits usually by making an absolute baffoon out of himself. He handled them differently than he did the Keshik, making because he realized they needed a different type of leader. He never showed his doubts about why he was actually doing the leading--that hadn't been in any part of the investiment he had made when joining up with Talin--never didn't fail to smile, never faltered in confidence, and when ever he decided to do something he seemed firm in his thoughts that it was the right choice.

In truth, though, he was thoughtful of several things. One, Nissa, Diana, Talin, and Agatha were missing. He'd written Talin off as dead about a week after the End of the Oakvales. He'd probably had been dead since his first day of capture. That's just how things worked. He had no desire for Talin's position as the group's leader, would gladly give it up if he thought some one else could do the job right, but had ended just hopping into the position anyway. He wrote the three women off after a month of not finding them. He'd had the Keshik searching, and searching hard for that month, but three untrained, undisciplined women didn't survive that long in an environment like this. He stowed his grief. He'd already lost people aside from them, and he'd lose more by the end of it. To show weakness such as that never helped.

Aside from that, he continued the hunt for the staff piece. Which, in a dense jungle, never helped. Like, seriously, how had Tharn managed to hide it in the first place?

The camp--he had provided the group with packhorses and camping gear now, since he was sick of moping around without any comforts--was set up upon a rise in on of the rare breaks of the Valenwood jungle. Falinesti was to the south. He figured, if wind had been caught about a mysterious Imperial wizard coming to hide magic shit in a jungle, someone would know about it there.

He stood, spyglass extended in front of him, scanning the enivronment. He didn't know why he bothered. In Valenwood, all you ended up seeing were a bunch of stupid trees.