Legends Among Men [Torleik]

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[OPEN] Legends Among Men [Torleik]

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

#10

08-17-2014, 11:08 PM

Baby, it's cold outside.

The frown that accompanied this stallion's lack of real response was highly judgemental. "Real fucking helpful," he muttered under his breath, not one to typically curse so easily, but this male had gotten under like a splinter that he couldn't quite pick out: annoying as hell, but doing no real damage. The lack of response was something Torleik felt he'd get used to when the beast neglected to give him any indication of what the plant in his bag did, save for a head nod (which he couldn't be sure was a yes, or a tic from the thing being high as hell) - even though the general had a good assumption on his own, being an...intermediate connoisseur of state-altering substances in his own right.

And then he was hit with something, some kind of magic, and everything became strange. It was a good strange, though unexpected, and Torleik realized he rather missed how plants and strong drink could numb everything and make it all better. He would have to remedy this by discovering where this...thing...got the Locoweed from - after he kicked his ass for laughing.

With a surprisingly threatening angry face, Torleik made a stumbling charge at his newly christened foe, seeking to unceremoniously bodyslam him. Bastard. No one laughed at him.

Irelyn was intrigued by what was going on, since her bonded's mind was now oddly...swirly...and she wasn't sure what to do with that. However, as a young one was apt to be, she was distracted by a fluttering, pretty butterfly that seemed intent on landing on her face. This was unacceptable to the griffin, who reached out and tried to grab the flitty-flutter thing before it touched her.

"Talking"

Torleik the Bloodskald

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