The Haunted Forest RPG

[Bantambird]

( I build slowly when I have a minute. Just a little at a time, then phone back in the pocket, add a little, in the pocket, until done, then post.)

 

[Athaid]

(Wow, and you don't mind doing that?)

 

[Bantambird]

( gives me a chance to proofread)

 

[Athaid]

(Ah yes. This is why I edit my posts so often )

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro got hit in his neck and winced, then attempted to kick Mirus down on the floor.

Mirus dodged and ran behind Pyro, slashing at one of his shoulders. Not his back, since she knew it was wounded.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Mirus dodged and ran behind Pyro, slashing at one of his shoulders. Not his back, since she knew it was wounded.

Pyro ducked, avoiding her attack, then kicked her knee, making her fall over. He pointed his sword at her.

 

[Bantambird]

Ezria inhales sharply and looks away from Zahir, he turns the knob and swings the door open, pulling his collar away from his neck and rolling his shoulders. He wasn't used to being dressed in such formal attire, though he did seem to stand taller now that he was. He moves quickly to the stairs and down into the bar. The maid behind the counter is wiping down an old glass, a man is passed out on the stool in front of her - his head lying against his folded arms. It's much quieter now. She pulls her cigarette from her mouth and taps it between her fingers, setting the glass down on a shelf. She looks ezria and Zahir up and down and smiles, leaning forward onto the counter. "Stopping for breakfast are ya?" She puffs the smoke out slowly through her mouth.

Zahir frowned and gave Ezria a rough shove." Now don't go getting distracted by a pair of pretty brown eyes," he growled. " We gotta get to work. Maybe she know sumthin, prolly she won't. This guy we want, he's some sort of goof who not only doesn't pursue the ladies, he actually wanders around the forest burning it down and attempting to destroy everything in his path for fun. Now if it were me, I'd say the man needs to get hisself a little girlie action an let off some steam. But it ain't me, an the guy is a loon who can't be reasoned with. Let's go, lover boy!" Zahir pushes past Ezria towards the door.
Zahir would have liked to stay and chat with the barmaid, but he was getting excited for the hunt.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria stumbles back a little, he glares angrily at Zahir. "Ay, she smiled at us first." He snaps, straightening his jacket. He turns back to the maid and smiles. "Sorry, M'lady, not the morning sort you see."
She leans back and takes another puff of her cigarette, holding it between her lips as she begins wiping the counter. "You don't say." She glances over at Zahir and winks. "You know you're always welcome to sleep in late."
Ezria laughs and slaps Zahir hard on the Back. "He's more interested in chasing knights. Ain't that right Snake?"

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro ducked, avoiding her attack, then kicked her knee, making her fall over. He pointed his sword at her.

Mirus winced when her injured leg was kicked, and hit the arm Pyro was using to hold his wooden sword in an attempt to make him drop it. It was more difficult, fighting each other with wooden weapons, because they didn't really inflict any injury (which in this case was a good thing).

 

[Bantambird]

Zahir grumbles." Another time, I'd be down for action. I'd love a good time, I really would, but," here Zahir gestures, hoarsely whispering," we're almost broke, and she ain't askin because she nice, if ya know what I mean." He looks a little bit frustrated for just a second, then pulls himself together.
" Alright, I ain't a morning person. That's true at least. But I also got a bit of a one track mind, and I am of the mind to kill this meat sack, get paid, then go visiting with the fairer sex. And no, I don't eat breakfast. I might eat once a day, maybe, to be honest. Ain't got no need for more. Bein' cold blooded has a few advantages. I might eat more n some only because I move around so much."
He isn't willing to raise a ruckus before they get far. Zahir wants this bounty. He's got bills. He's thinking about maybe building a bigger den. Perhaps a night out on the town. Or even finding a few strays out there noone would miss and taking them back to his den for a good time. Zahir wants his money. He rolls his eyes impatiently and taps his foot.
"If you gotta get somethin then wolf, get it and let's get to work." He folds his arms and sniffs.