Heave anchors and set sail

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Heave anchors and set sail

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

08-20-2013, 10:38 PM

TORLEIK

Death follows into your watery grave

Had Torleik had access to Deimos' mind, he would have further judged the strange creature as having an unhealthy obsession with darkness. Though, perhaps that was not the fellow stag's fault. His brusque manner left much to be desired, however."Some call lack of knowledge ignorance. Some deem awareness of this lack as wisdom," he returned to the reaper's question. "Life's journey is to find a purpose and fulfill it. Perhaps I may find purpose here."

Distracted by was was mayhap a solitary weakness in his emotionally stoic facade, a soft, tiny smile tugged at his lips when the little pup sought to lick his snout and whiskers. "Careful, tiny one. You have much growing to do," he murmured, glancing up at Ulrik who named the fluffball as Kirchoff. "How is it you acquired so small a companion?"

Listening to both Deimos and Ulrik inform him that, in short, they would not be leaving him alone, he sighed inwardly. Prying eyes and mouths were so very irksome. However, Deimos showed a modicum of class by inquiring as to their newcomer's name. "Torleik," he answered succinctly. "You say you can help - I am no fool. What would you require of me in return?" the two-horned demon asked, thinking specifically of Ulrik's mention of "certain battling encounters." Were these a warring band? Torleik could fight if it was required of him, but he needed a reason that was sufficient for his own motivation, not merely the request of others.