The Haunted Forest RPG

[PoesAccomplice]

Mirus picked up her sword, which was leaning against the wall, and opened the door.
"Lead the way." She said, waiting for Pyro.

Pyro started walking off. He finally stopped after a mile or so, as he stood in front of an enormous arena.

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro started walking off. He finally stopped after a mile or so, as he stood in front of an enormous arena.

Mirus stopped also. "Wow. How'd you find this?" She asked Pyro curiously.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Mirus stopped also. "Wow. How'd you find this?" She asked Pyro curiously.

"This is where I trained with my siblings" Pyro said coldly.

 

[Garjzla]

"This is where I trained with my siblings" Pyro said coldly.

"Oh." Mirus replied quietly. She didn't want to get him worked up again by saying anything that had anything to do with his siblings.
"Well...Let's start training, I guess."

 

[PoesAccomplice]

"Oh." Mirus replied quietly. She didn't want to get him worked up again by saying anything that had anything to do with his siblings.
"Well...Let's start training, I guess."

Pyro threw her a wooden sword and said "Let's start" and swung at her.

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro threw her a wooden sword and said "Let's start" and swung at her.

Mirus ducked, dodging the sword. She then attempted to stab at Pyro, though doing it gently so she didn't actually cause him pain.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Mirus ducked, dodging the sword. She then attempted to stab at Pyro, though doing it gently so she didn't actually cause him pain.

Pyro parried the attack and swung at her knee.

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro parried the attack and swung at her knee.

Mirus attempted to dodge, but ended up getting hit in the knee by the tip of his sword. She swung at his neck.

 

[Bantambird]

Ezria lunges to grab the clothes but only manages to catch a sock, the rest tumbles to the floor. He stares blankly at the pile of fabric and sucks his teeth. Trying to hide his frustration he mutters, "Throw like a gurl you do." He bites his lip and forces a smile, which really comes off as more of a grimace.
He bends down to pick up the garments, looking them over carefully. He dusts them down and pulls them into the washroom, quickly throwing them on. They're a perfect fit.

Zahir finished admiring the new duds. He folded up one of the fresh handkerchiefs and stuffed it into his pocket, along with his lock picks. He put on his belt and slipped the loops of his sheaths on for his daggers. He managed to nab a few coin, but he didn't want to push his luck too much, so there wasn't much. After preening a bit, he bawled out to Ezria" You ready yet, wolf man?"

 

[Athaid]

There's a bit of a scuffle as he tries to move around in the tiny washroom. After a while the door swings open and a rather uncomfortable looking Ezria steps out. He straightens his cuffs and runs his fingers back through his hair, making it stand on end for a moment before slowly falling back down across his forehead. He looks Zahir up and down. "Well then. What are a couple of fine gentlemen such as ourselves doing in such un godly accommodation?" He smirks.