Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160311230436/@comment-5543592-20160316204839

"They're gone!" Forks whispered back to Crimson and Bloodbath. The scout crouched low in the trees, peeking through a canopy.

Crimson dusted his hands against each other at the proclamation and jumped down from the treefort he had constructed. He was rather proud of it, a bulwark of branches that could withstand even the finest stones and tentatively bore his weight.

Bloodbath followed, landing in a crouch with a thud. It had been quite a sight to watch the large man struggling to climb up alongside Crimson.

Forks dropped down along side Crimson, brushing leaves from his shoulders and hair.

"What's the plan?"

"I was thinking that was call in the entire Keshik.  All several thousand or so, and rain 'em down on the manor.  See how those pointy-eared goobs like that." Crimson said with a smug nod.

Forks' eyes bulged. "Actually?!"

Crimson smirked. "Pfft, no.  Horses don't do too well in jungles.  Be pretty funny though, right?"

"I suppose..."

"Nah,"  Crimson continued, "We're just going to grab Crasher's body.  He got one right in the face so we'll have to give him a bit of a clean up, and then we'll put him down in the dirt."

"But you've got a plan, right, chief?"

Crimson stroked his jaw. "Not that I can really think of.  Haven't been doing much planning lately.  Left that to the Imperial fellow."

"Talin." Forks put in.

"Yeah, that one." Crimson said. "Well, he obviously hasn't experienced much 'de' and 'feat' before,"

"I think defeat is one word, chief." Bloodbath put in from behind, but Crimson continued over top of him;

"so maybe I can go and convince him to take some of my 'ad' and 'vice.'  That'd be right fine, don't ya think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'd gone and been all nice, giving him an army free of charge and all.  He hasn't made use of us much, but that's sort of the point, we keep the big armies away.  But the point now is that I figure I'm pretty good at telling people what to do and not getting them dead at the same time.  You see where I'm going with this?"

"You're going to start getting people killed on purpose?" Forks guessed.

"Yeah- what?  No!  Man, haven't you been listening?"

"I have." Bloodbath remarked.

"No, no.  I'm going to give him some some of my genuine wisdom on not getting people dead.  I figure I owe it to Crasher.  Since he got dead and all." Crimson's smile fell for a moment in a grimace. It was another name for the list. Crasher had been a good archer. Quick to listen, eager to please. Loyal to boot. He'd never have made an officer, but that didn't matter to Crimson. He'd still been his man. "Besides,"  Crimson continued, "he and I don't conversate much and I like to know all the people."

"Well you conversate to get my bow back?" Bloodbath asked, sounding slightly hopeful.

"Sure thing, Bebe." Crimson said, to which Bloodbath scowled.

"As for my plan." The Archer said, "I'll just play it by the minute, come up with it as I go along.  Shake things up a bit."

"So you've planned everything up until this moment?" Forks asked with raised brows.

"Of course." Crimson said. "Come on, I don't ever lose control of anything."