Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160330235226/@comment-5543592-20160401204339

"You boys ready to go to work?" Crimson asked, propped up on a tree branch, pipe in his mouth. He lounged, upper back against the tree, laying along the branch, one leg resting across his other knee.

"For you, chief?" A keshik called back. "Of course."

"Of course for me." Crimson muttered to himself, reaching down to his waist for his horn. He lowered the pipe from his lips, and raised the horn to them

"All for me.  My kingdom for a horse.  Horses."

He blew into the horn, and as a result a pitched, low sound bellowed throughout the jungle, loud as any crack of thunder or roaring inferno, and held for several moments, before tappering off.