by The Kingpin » Fri May 25, 2012 2:06 am
"None at all. Well, if you discount the young adventurer who managed to stumble his way into our camp seemingly half-dead, of course. Buuut...let's not get into that" responded Andruil with a smirk. "Elias, meet Arsenic and Aviva. Arsenic, Aviva, meet Elias" he added, gesturing between the three as he acquainted them to eachother, Dervin approaching from one of the buildings being constructed. "Ah, Andruil. Was wondering when you'd get your furry arse back here" said the fellow knight, earning a thwack over the head from Andruil. "Oi, watch your tongue Dervin. I would really hate to have to part you of it" he said, Dervin snorted. "You'd never be able to hit me fast enough" taunted the man, only to get a second blow to the head before he knew what hit him. "Oh? Your soon to be bruised skull says otherwise" asked Andruil, smirking as he shifted his gaze from the hand he had struck Dervin with, to Dervin himself. "I LET you hit me that time. Wouldn't want to hurt your poor feelings now, would I?" retorted the shorter knight. "I'd worry about your banged up head rather than my feelings if I were you, Dervin" retorted the half-elf with a smirk. "Bah, I've lived through worse. A couple of bops on the head won't be too much of a problem" said Dervin with a smirk, though it soon dropped as Andruil raised a brow. "Lost count already, Dervin?" he asked, dawing a confused look from the man as he cocked his head. "What? no, I...one..tw-OW" he started just as the third blow hit him over the top of his head, this one particularly painful. "Nevermind. My mistake. I just counted that one before it hit" said Andruil with a sly smirk, as Dervin punched him in the arm, an audible clunk being heard as Dervin's gauntlets hit the plating on Andruil's arm. "You're an arse, you know that, Andruil?" said Dervin, Andruil chuckling as he shook his head. "With you constantly reminding me how could I possibly forget?"...
"Eager for another stroll through the forest, Desrium?" asked Septimus as he walked, feeling the eyes of beasts hidden in the shadows as they watched him, some wary enough of the odd aura he gave off to be hesitant, though most were just waiting for the opportune moment. the Dragon-turned Drow didn't risk dropping his guard to find out when that moment was...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG