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01-22-2017, 02:14 PM
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tarik
What doesn't kill me better run. Well this was certainly an interesting, if not wholly unsurprising turn of events. The sea-man was now .. well he wasn't exactly the bone monster currently frothing and chomping before them, but he was certainly something, at least, wherever he was. Tarik frowned, watching casually from the sidelines. Though he was immortal and could certain run in and try to divert the monster away from eating the Helovian's with no lasting consequences, he did not. Immortality had made him passive and rather apathetic. Besides, he didn't really think of this place as his home yet, and so felt no real need to defend it. Had he helped gather and clear as the lying-Kisamoa had asked? Sure he had. Had he potentially been a part of this consequence simply by aiding the creature? That was likely. But that was life. "This doesn't look promising." Tarik muttered to himself, taking a drink from his flask and glancing around to see if his brother and their wench had bothered to show up yet. |
