Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-26446054-20170922230534

ReDquinox wrote: Arren leaned backwards under the swing (not unlike the bullet dodge in the Matrix). Only now, he finally removed his arms from his back; as the arm passed over him, he gave it a swift punch about halfway up the upper arm. It wasn't a particularly hard punch. It would soon become apparent that that wasn't the intention, however, as Rorn could notice that his arm would no longer respond to his impulses. The Nord, though scared, offended and outraged, persisted with his remaining limbs, trying to keep Arren at a distance as he cut towards his stomach, sweat running off of him.

Rukathesoldier wrote: Sadean waits for his targets to arrive.

Sometime around late afternoon (this point matching up with the sailing of a certain mercenary ship far away), the doors creaked open not to men joking about the weight of work, or shifting journals and paper, but to quiet.

Six soft boots, walking on the firm stone floors, made their way into the centre, hands at their belt-sides. "Are we waiting for anyone?"

"I don't know. There should be four of us."

"Well, unless one of you summons something, we don't have four. Where's the other guy?"

Asaris wrote: Var-Zizaar approached the captain. "We're done," he said. "I-"

Though not turned away from the movement of his vessel, the captain paused a moment. "Well, alright. I bet you wouldn't be so confident if you broke something, so, I suppose I can entrust you with a more important task. Do you know any spells?"