((Wow, you guys are running like a speed train. I had to do a lot of reading to keep up!))
Rougart disliked this town. It seemed the place was inhabited by mainly Humans. Humans who liked staring at the green hulking Orc riding an armored Dire Boar. The sight of this heavily armored creature in a time as desperate as this was a bad omen to most of these miners, and Rougart could tell. Giving stink eyes to staring folk he took notice of the amount of people here. He could smell it on them; fire. These were refugees. That didn't look good at all.
Rougart had always wanted to see the crystal castle from the moment King Many-Arrows dismissed him. It was a wonderful sight to behold, he was told. But after checking the notice board, it would seem fate slapped him across the face once more. These people needed help fighting a pyromaniac. Question was, did Rougart want to spend his time helping folk who would rather throw rocks at his face than take them in as a guest?
The answer was yes. At least he'd be useful this way. Plus, it had been a while since he had used his axe in combat. It longed for bloodshed, and so did Rougart. The Orc entered the tavern and attempted NOT to step on some refugee on his way to the innkeep.
They just left!? Oh, that was bad luck. Rougart had hoped to meet the people who wrote up the notice in the tavern. Though perhaps it was better to catch up on the group. At least he wouldn't have to sit through so many damnable staring eyes. The Orc stepped out of the inn and right back onto his Dire Boar. He soon charged into the direction this group of adventurers went.
Later on
It took a while for him to catch up to these people, though they were easily recognized. Not because the innkeeper gave an accurate description of the armored woman and her colorful companions, but they were the only ones going towards the ashes while everyone tried to get away from them.
"Scream, Barghest." The Orc spoke in a heavy tone as he tapped the flank of his boar.
The Dire Boar roared a loud pig like squeel that could send a chill through even the bravest warrior. It was a good way to get someone's attention at least. As soon as he got their attention the Orc walked closer, holding his plated fist raised up as to say he meant no harm.
Once he was close, Rougart could see what kind of people he was dealing with. A few humans and a few cat people. Odd. One of them even hardly wore anything. This clearly confused the Orc as he looked at Hotaru with a look that said "what were you thinking, wearing that?". It was then he realized how ill prepared they looked. These were younglings. Hardly battle capable in Rougart's eyes. But he was not here to tell them they were incapable.
"The name is Rougart of the former Bo'rrador clan, loyal subject of king Many-Arrows of the Many-Arrows kingdom." He introduced himself formally in that grungy Orc voice of his."I have read the notice, and I come offer my aid. I take it you folk aren't picky on who accompanies you to fight this culprit? I have military experience. Trust me when I say I can help a great deal." For an Orc, he sounded quite civil. A rare trait indeed.
Rougart disliked this town. It seemed the place was inhabited by mainly Humans. Humans who liked staring at the green hulking Orc riding an armored Dire Boar. The sight of this heavily armored creature in a time as desperate as this was a bad omen to most of these miners, and Rougart could tell. Giving stink eyes to staring folk he took notice of the amount of people here. He could smell it on them; fire. These were refugees. That didn't look good at all.
Rougart had always wanted to see the crystal castle from the moment King Many-Arrows dismissed him. It was a wonderful sight to behold, he was told. But after checking the notice board, it would seem fate slapped him across the face once more. These people needed help fighting a pyromaniac. Question was, did Rougart want to spend his time helping folk who would rather throw rocks at his face than take them in as a guest?
The answer was yes. At least he'd be useful this way. Plus, it had been a while since he had used his axe in combat. It longed for bloodshed, and so did Rougart. The Orc entered the tavern and attempted NOT to step on some refugee on his way to the innkeep.
They just left!? Oh, that was bad luck. Rougart had hoped to meet the people who wrote up the notice in the tavern. Though perhaps it was better to catch up on the group. At least he wouldn't have to sit through so many damnable staring eyes. The Orc stepped out of the inn and right back onto his Dire Boar. He soon charged into the direction this group of adventurers went.
Later on
It took a while for him to catch up to these people, though they were easily recognized. Not because the innkeeper gave an accurate description of the armored woman and her colorful companions, but they were the only ones going towards the ashes while everyone tried to get away from them.
"Scream, Barghest." The Orc spoke in a heavy tone as he tapped the flank of his boar.
The Dire Boar roared a loud pig like squeel that could send a chill through even the bravest warrior. It was a good way to get someone's attention at least. As soon as he got their attention the Orc walked closer, holding his plated fist raised up as to say he meant no harm.
Once he was close, Rougart could see what kind of people he was dealing with. A few humans and a few cat people. Odd. One of them even hardly wore anything. This clearly confused the Orc as he looked at Hotaru with a look that said "what were you thinking, wearing that?". It was then he realized how ill prepared they looked. These were younglings. Hardly battle capable in Rougart's eyes. But he was not here to tell them they were incapable.
"The name is Rougart of the former Bo'rrador clan, loyal subject of king Many-Arrows of the Many-Arrows kingdom." He introduced himself formally in that grungy Orc voice of his."I have read the notice, and I come offer my aid. I take it you folk aren't picky on who accompanies you to fight this culprit? I have military experience. Trust me when I say I can help a great deal." For an Orc, he sounded quite civil. A rare trait indeed.
The rogue raised an eyebrow to the large Orc who was quite formaly introducing himself. A large grin spread across his lips. He had always enjoyed watching orcs go berserk, slashing through anything in their way, ignoring any and all pain. Leith turned to face him, offering a simple smile,"Hello, I am Leith Knell. I didn't think anyone else would be joining us."he glanced to Thalia, the women at the front of the group.
Hotaru stares right back at the new comer, resisting the urge to laugh at the look on his face, knowing exactly what he was thinking. A confident smirk plays on her lips. "Hello. My name is Hotaru. You may call me Hota if you wish." She smiles, her tail swishing back and forth. She hand no issue with him... Yet. And if he wished to make an issue, she was sure Thalia would handle that. Grinning, she leans back into Dmitri's chest.
"Greetings, comrade. I am Dmitri Yashklov," he gave the Orc a curt nod and smiled down at Hotaru. He was surprised at how comfortable she was getting with her bare back against the rough dragon bone plate on his chest, but who was he to complain? He enjoyed how close she was.
Jason eyes the Orc, and lumbers out of the woods, a giant black wolf. He knew Hotaru would say something to him, but he continued anyway, not stopping until he was a yard away from the man, catching his sent. Jason narrows his eyes, and stares at the Orc, snarling slightly.
(You said he was white before... 
Is he white or black?)
Is he white or black?)
(( I was thinking he would be black by now, because of al the ash... But his natural color is white. )
(But it's only been a few minutes in game since you said he was white 
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you're being so difficult! Okay, so basically, he is white naturally white. The ash has turned his fur black, but genetically his fur is white ))
you're being so difficult! Okay, so basically, he is white naturally white. The ash has turned his fur black, but genetically his fur is white ))
(Wouldn't he have been darker in color before then though? He doesn't turn from white to black in just a few minutes when they've been walking for hours ^^"")
(( Point... I'm sorry >_< I'm new to Rp, sorry if I suck))
(Pfft! Lord no! You're one of the best new RPers I've met. Consistency and timing are harder things to grasp though and I'm just trying to remind you 
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((Sorry to make you all wait, but I'm still traveling today. I'll make a post later tonight.and Icy, we were all new at one point. :) all you need is time and practice.))
(( ^\^ Thank you. I'll try to improve))
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((Sorry I had to hold you guys up like that…))
A thin smirk crossed the Paladin's face as the others looked over the armored Orc. Finally! Someone who had the look of real experience, if not the actual experience they claimed. A sure step up from the brave but inexperienced young ones who had answered their plea in Caerddid (no offense to them, but courage wasn't all that made a reliable warrior). This warrior had chased them down to the very gates of the Black Forest just to petition to join, so his courageousness wasn't really in question.
The woman glanced quietly at the others in the group, judging their reactions to Rougart's appearance and trying to predict any future problems those reactions might allude to. So far, only Hotaru's brother really seemed wary of the Orc….but then, Thalia held no great opinion of Hotaru's brother in the first place. If he had no interest in this Orc joining, well, then Thalia was all the more tempted to accept the warrior's petition. One last confirming glance at Velan, and the decision was made.
"Welcome to the company, sir Rougart." The Paladin offered the warrior a grim smile. "You've joined us just in time to tackle the Black Forest."
A thin smirk crossed the Paladin's face as the others looked over the armored Orc. Finally! Someone who had the look of real experience, if not the actual experience they claimed. A sure step up from the brave but inexperienced young ones who had answered their plea in Caerddid (no offense to them, but courage wasn't all that made a reliable warrior). This warrior had chased them down to the very gates of the Black Forest just to petition to join, so his courageousness wasn't really in question.
The woman glanced quietly at the others in the group, judging their reactions to Rougart's appearance and trying to predict any future problems those reactions might allude to. So far, only Hotaru's brother really seemed wary of the Orc….but then, Thalia held no great opinion of Hotaru's brother in the first place. If he had no interest in this Orc joining, well, then Thalia was all the more tempted to accept the warrior's petition. One last confirming glance at Velan, and the decision was made.
"Welcome to the company, sir Rougart." The Paladin offered the warrior a grim smile. "You've joined us just in time to tackle the Black Forest."
Jason sniffs at the newcomer, catching the orc's scent. Although he weary of the stranger, he drifts back into the shadows, resolving to keep an eye on him.
((No worries, Icy. We all had to start somewhere. You're doing pretty well for a beginner. Especially compared to my first time RPing... I was so bad it still shames me to this day...))
((Also, no worries! I don't mind waiting a little.))
It was not Rougart who took notice of Jason's wolfish form. It was the boar. As Rougart was about to reply, the beast squeels towards Jason. It didn't take long for Rougart to realize this wolf belonged to the group, though he figured this to be a regular wolf. A big one, but nothing special. The Orc had no experience with Werewolves. He'd gladly cut one down, though. Werewolf fur is soft to the touch and keeps cold away.
His attention turned back to the group in front of him."I take it you're the leader of this merry band?" It was a close call between Thalia and Velan. But in the end the person with the thickest armor called the shots. This was no expection."Good. I wasn't looking forward to crossing the forest on my own. You might want to keep your pup on a leesh, though." He answered."Not for my sake, but for his. Barghest hates dogs, and she's got a big appetite." With one last look at the creature before it walked into the shadows he joined the collumn.
For the rest of the trip, Rougart would be accessible for questions, though he was not about to make smalltalk. And he was picky on the questions as well. Those he deemed unimportant or plain stupid he'd not even as much as glance to make his answer clear.
((Also, no worries! I don't mind waiting a little.))
It was not Rougart who took notice of Jason's wolfish form. It was the boar. As Rougart was about to reply, the beast squeels towards Jason. It didn't take long for Rougart to realize this wolf belonged to the group, though he figured this to be a regular wolf. A big one, but nothing special. The Orc had no experience with Werewolves. He'd gladly cut one down, though. Werewolf fur is soft to the touch and keeps cold away.
His attention turned back to the group in front of him."I take it you're the leader of this merry band?" It was a close call between Thalia and Velan. But in the end the person with the thickest armor called the shots. This was no expection."Good. I wasn't looking forward to crossing the forest on my own. You might want to keep your pup on a leesh, though." He answered."Not for my sake, but for his. Barghest hates dogs, and she's got a big appetite." With one last look at the creature before it walked into the shadows he joined the collumn.
For the rest of the trip, Rougart would be accessible for questions, though he was not about to make smalltalk. And he was picky on the questions as well. Those he deemed unimportant or plain stupid he'd not even as much as glance to make his answer clear.
Hotaru bares her teeth slightly, feeling oddly protective. Jason /was/ her little brother, even if he was bigger, and over protective. She struggles to keep as much hostility out of her voice as possible. "That dog," she said, staring into his eyes. "Is my brother, and will be of no issue. He was merely catching your scent." Narrowing her eyes, she continues. "I ask that your boar not touch him, and I will make sure that he extends the same courtesy. But harm the wolf, and there will be hell to pay."
The Rogue quickly lost interest in the Orc, and he had recieved no word back from the clones he had sent into the forest. He let out a sigh and gently rested on his horse, his eyes glancing to the sides of the forest. He squinted slightly to see deeper into the forest and a small smile came to his lips. Should they run into a beast, it will be taken care of quickly. This is the perfect biome for a shadowdancer like himself. He glanced to Hatoru and Dmitri. He reached a hand out and grntly scratched behind her ears, wondering if she reacted the same way as a cat.
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