Recent content by Scratched_back

As a player, I'm not really fussed which way I go... but it would make much sense for me to go and track down Tharivol, either with Jareth, or shadowing him. ;)

"Jareth, my new pal, my words were as much a courtesy as an offer. Let me make myself clear. I am going after Tharivol, wherever he is and whoever he's with, I'm going. If we go together, that would my best case scenario. If I go alone, then I'm prepared. This isn't the first time I've done...

"A death sentence? That sounds like some strange 'help' that you received. Not that it's your business, but as you may have a stake in this, I'm here to retrieve him, protect him and usher him back safely into the arms of... my employer. I won't see him put to death. It sounds like the...

"Just who the hell are you, demanding things of me inside my own head? What the hell is going on? Believe what? What treasure map?" Quickly becoming more and more agitated at the usual situation, Elms stalked around the area that Malaroc had led them two with a face like thunder. Something must...

Welcome back, Myth! Can't wait for you to re-join! HM, this mind-link business, can everybody hear everything or do we target who we communicate with? Just curious :)

Stood perfectly still, frozen to the spot, Elms wondered what the hell he was hearing. Turning his head he could see Cedric, Malaroc and Darling all stood nearby wearing suitable surprised expressions... well... perhaps not Malaroc, he looked peaceful, almost reverent. "What the hell is going...

Nodding at Cedric's small outburst, Elms stared thoughtfully at the wayhouse that his former battle-allies had just been marched into. "Something isn't right here. I was watching the battle from the trees for a few minutes before it became safe for me to get to that huge barricade... they were...

Hi guys, sorry for my silence the last couple of days. Got called out of town to entertain clients unexpectedly. I actually do mean entertain, too... not like Darling would 'entertain' them... :angel: Going to skim the KtV thread and post this evening.

"Blimey, a talking bird from one, an odd healing presence from another..." Elms traced his finger around the now completely healed wound from the earlier battle and threw a narrow-eyed look at the occupied Malaroc further down the table "...and music out of nowhere from another! You are some odd...

"That bird is quite a thing, Cedric Chindler! I've never known something that can be made into a pie speak so much sense... and an appetite for the strong stuff, too! I like him! I've never heard a raven speak this way though. I've heard 'Caw caw', I've heard 'Hello', when I was Kurkland, I'm...

:):):):), that's bad news Fangor! Sorry to hear it.

"A tea house? You went from working in a tea house to riding atop magical beasts and appearing on battlefields? I wouldn't expect most people to be able to hang on to that winged monster, I couldn'ta done it. You can't have got much practise riding anything in a tea-house..." Elms lifted his mug...

I just got the ball rolling in the new thread, by the way. Can't wait to get into the RP now... Now that I'm not swinging a sword around and hitting nothing but air, hahah ;)

"An ale for me, a large one, a honey-mead for the lady, and..." Elms hesitates, looking over the table at Malaroc "...and whatever my friend here would like, and please keep 'em coming.". As the innkeeper eyes Elms, no doubt attempting to assess his wealth from his attire and struggling, Elms...

Furrowing his brow momentarily as he decoded the Dwarf's odd dialect in his mind, Elms again took a moment to look around the battlefield. Within fifty feet of him he could see dead Treylor, dead villagers, plenty of walking-wounded. He had quite literally walked into the middle of the largest...