Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Sly continues his lunch, gnawing at the dead mage, making sure that it would not harm him again. After a few bone crushing crunches, and the others talk, he turns to the group, toothy grin and all.
"Call me Sly. Looks like my hunting grounds are no longer safe to hunt, what with all the new traffic. What's going on here? Who were these guys after?"
As he talks, he takes the spoils of his battle, as was his nature. He is a warrior, and those that fought well, in his mind, are the ones to earn the spoils.
(Pretty much looting the dead mage and the nearby bandits he dropped. He will glare at anyone else that loots the dead, that did not kill anyone, but does not challenge them yet. After all, these others did not know of his customs..."
"Call me Sly. Looks like my hunting grounds are no longer safe to hunt, what with all the new traffic. What's going on here? Who were these guys after?"
As he talks, he takes the spoils of his battle, as was his nature. He is a warrior, and those that fought well, in his mind, are the ones to earn the spoils.
(Pretty much looting the dead mage and the nearby bandits he dropped. He will glare at anyone else that loots the dead, that did not kill anyone, but does not challenge them yet. After all, these others did not know of his customs..."