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<blockquote data-quote="Kinger" data-source="post: 2227977" data-attributes="member: 31885">Referencing earlier events...*Slipping back in time to when we left Atherstone... the second time. Go-go ripple-dissolve flashback effect! Diddlidoo diddlidoo diddlidoo diddlidoo...*&nbsp;Bison-Run-Thunderous gave the barest hint of a smile as he led his new comrades into the wild. His herd was growing, finally. The bison was a fine companion, but it helped when one's companions could understand you without magical aid.&nbsp;As if reading his thoughts, the large buffalo next to him gave a loud snort and shook its massive, shaggy head. The druid could read the distrust and suspicion his animal companion felt towards the latest additions to the herd, and reached a hand out to stroke the beast's hairy neck. &quot;Easy mon,&quot; he murmered in orcish. &quot;Dese be friends now. Friends.&quot;&nbsp;Hearing the words he'd been trained to understand, the animal calmed slightly.&nbsp;&quot;Dat's right, mon. Dat's right.&quot;&nbsp;The half-orc couldn't help but recall he and his companion's similarities. He and the bison were survivors of hardships that stripped away their respective herds. They lived through each day with the knowledge that if they were strong, it would not be the last. Granted, it would be a struggle, but they had endured up until now, and would continue to do so.&nbsp;Still, these new companions offered curiosities, if nothing else.&nbsp;Bison-Run-Thunderous slowed his pace to let a horse take the lead. &quot;Just keep going dis way, mon,&quot; he said to the steel-clad rider, waving a hand off towards the horizon. &quot;Dat be North, which be da way you wanna go, right?&quot;&nbsp;As his new herd passed by him, the half-orc studied them intently, trying to judge which ones would require the most aid in survival. The small one in the black cloak, and thin one in the robes, and especially the old one...&nbsp;He snorted. They were in his pack now, so he needed to support them, no matter how little support he needed himself.&nbsp;The armour-clad figure bringing up the rear had caught his attention initially. Though wrapped in steel like the paladins up front, this figure had a hint of savagry about him, much like his own. To top it all off, this figure, Shenk, was a half-orc too.&nbsp;Bison-Run-Thunderous got back into pace beside the other half-orc. &quot;So Shenk, mon, where'd chu come from? I don't see many orckin in da wilds much anymore. What chu be doin' wandering, like me?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kinger, post: 2227977, member: 31885"] [b]Referencing earlier events...[/b] *Slipping back in time to when we left Atherstone... the second time. Go-go ripple-dissolve flashback effect! Diddlidoo diddlidoo diddlidoo diddlidoo...* Bison-Run-Thunderous gave the barest hint of a smile as he led his new comrades into the wild. His herd was growing, finally. The bison was a fine companion, but it helped when one's companions could understand you without magical aid. As if reading his thoughts, the large buffalo next to him gave a loud snort and shook its massive, shaggy head. The druid could read the distrust and suspicion his animal companion felt towards the latest additions to the herd, and reached a hand out to stroke the beast's hairy neck. "Easy mon," he murmered in orcish. "Dese be friends now. Friends." Hearing the words he'd been trained to understand, the animal calmed slightly. "Dat's right, mon. Dat's right." The half-orc couldn't help but recall he and his companion's similarities. He and the bison were survivors of hardships that stripped away their respective herds. They lived through each day with the knowledge that if they were strong, it would not be the last. Granted, it would be a struggle, but they had endured up until now, and would continue to do so. Still, these new companions offered curiosities, if nothing else. Bison-Run-Thunderous slowed his pace to let a horse take the lead. "Just keep going dis way, mon," he said to the steel-clad rider, waving a hand off towards the horizon. "Dat be North, which be da way you wanna go, right?" As his new herd passed by him, the half-orc studied them intently, trying to judge which ones would require the most aid in survival. The small one in the black cloak, and thin one in the robes, and especially the old one... He snorted. They were in his pack now, so he needed to support them, no matter how little support he needed himself. The armour-clad figure bringing up the rear had caught his attention initially. Though wrapped in steel like the paladins up front, this figure had a hint of savagry about him, much like his own. To top it all off, this figure, Shenk, was a half-orc too. Bison-Run-Thunderous got back into pace beside the other half-orc. "So Shenk, mon, where'd chu come from? I don't see many orckin in da wilds much anymore. What chu be doin' wandering, like me?" [/QUOTE]

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