Chessmen

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(this, children, is why I insist on making role plays in November. It's a slow time of year, and I'm not busy as hecc.)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Grervyn followed him.

(Red rooster rising muahaha)

Heath prowled into the courtyard, the green worm's claws clicking on the floor behind him at a mile a minute. The roar, while still being a trumpet for his platoon- had helped ease some of his anger, but not all. Ears pinned and tail thrashing, he moved to the head of the soldiers standing at attention.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Alok glanced around. "Time to pack up." He muttered.

(heh heh me too... I might rp a bit tomorrow)

(sorry guys, I was busy practicing my interview like a good girl. XD ohhhh I might be on tomorrow, or not. )

"Joseph," said the small helpless child.

Belle's ears twitched. Leaving? But they weren't nearly ready to break camp! What was going on?

 

[Amer]

(Red rooster rising muahaha)

Heath prowled into the courtyard, the green worm's claws clicking on the floor behind him at a mile a minute. The roar, while still being a trumpet for his platoon- had helped ease some of his anger, but not all. Ears pinned and tail thrashing, he moved to the head of the soldiers standing at attention.

"Ummmmm. Sire?" said a general nervously "Sir Heath the Lionheart?"

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

"Ummmmm. Sire?" said a general nervously "Sir Heath the Lionheart?"

Even though he was shorter than the elf, he somehow managed to look down at him. With nose in the air and whiskers prickling with disgust, he raised his voice. "His Royal Highness Cacmer Zomoldath has requested that I follow a suspicious party, Northward bound." Said the leopard, his voice echoing off the ivy-covered courtyard walls. "Pack your supplies and prepare to ride, we leave-" he hesitated, rembering the word he spake as he had scurried out of the throne room. "Now."

 

[Amer]

Even though he was shorter than the elf, he somehow managed to look down at him. With nose in the air and whiskers prickling with disgust, he raised his voice. "His Royal Highness Cacmer Zomoldath has requested that I follow a suspicious party, Northward bound." Said the leopard, his voice echoing off the ivy-covered courtyard walls. "Pack your supplies and prepare to ride, we leave-" he hesitated, rembering the word he spake as he had scurried out of the throne room. "Now."

"Ummm, but.... about the supplies..." said the general.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

"Ummm, but.... about the supplies..." said the general.

A rumble rose from deep within his chest, but he quenched it. Strategy, Heath. Don't get ahead of yourself. He sat down, paws and tail tucked perfectly beneath him as he reared his head to better look at his General. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forget that my poor bipedals can't hunt or walk by themselves. Yes, by all means, fetch your supplies and your steeds. You might need them."

 

[Amer]

A rumble rose from deep within his chest, but he quenched it. Strategy, Heath. Don't get ahead of yourself. He sat down, paws and tail tucked perfectly beneath him as he reared his head to better look at his General. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forget that my poor bipedals can't hunt or walk by themselves. Yes, by all means, fetch your supplies and your steeds. You might need them."

"Well, some of the weapons may need reforging, should I bring them to the uh, smithy?" the man squeaked. (Nixar the Giantess)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

"Well, some of the weapons may need reforging, should I bring them to the uh, smithy?" the man squeaked. (Nixar the Giantess)

(YOU REALLY WANT ME TO PLAY ALL THESE CHARACTERS THAT I SPENT HOURS CREATING?
Why would I do a stupid think like that.)
He rolled his eyes behind closed lids. Did that seriously go over his head? Surely he took him for a brighter man than that. "Yasss. Whatever you need." He muttered. "We have orders direct from the King. Take what you don't need for that matter. Take the women and children, too and we'll have a jolly good picnic, too." He said, turning away to... anywhere but his hairless face. Instead, he approached the iven walls, bunched himself up and sprung, landing gracefully atop the bricks. Ah, yes. Now he could truely look down upon them. "Dismissed."

 

[Amer]

(YOU REALLY WANT ME TO PLAY ALL THESE CHARACTERS THAT I SPENT HOURS CREATING?
Why would I do a stupid think like that.)
He rolled his eyes behind closed lids. Did that seriously go over his head? Surely he took him for a brighter man than that. "Yasss. Whatever you need." He muttered. "We have orders direct from the King. Take what you don't need for that matter. Take the women and children, too and we'll have a jolly good picnic, too." He said, turning away to... anywhere but his hairless face. Instead, he approached the iven walls, bunched himself up and sprung, landing gracefully atop the bricks. Ah, yes. Now he could truely look down upon them. "Dismissed."

The nervous general's face changed grim again and he ordered the weapons to be reforged. A man walked to Nixar's place. "We have some weapons that need to be reforged. King's orders," he muttered. As men loaded them into the smithy area, he hoped it wouldn't take too long. But with all the weapons, they certainly would. He shuddered thinking about the last time Heath and Nixar crossed paths. (Duh. Duh. Duuuh....) He sure was aggrieved that the man who was supposed to be supervising the forging of weapons had become extremely sick with the fever a couple days ago, and it still hadn't broke. (Cuz I don't have a better excuse)