Immersive Ink

Fatal T · Fri Feb 13, 2015 12:33 am

Morgan will accompany Dorgan on his journey.

Fatal T · Thu Feb 12, 2015 11:05 am

"I would travel with you to aid your comrades, if you would have me. I am not much for forced marches, however, so if speed is of the essence I will instead travel with Master Dorgan," Morgan offers.

Fatal T · Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:48 am

"I am Morgan, once of Maine, lately of Ket. My sword, er, flail rather, is yours if you'll grant me shelter and safety from the wild!"

Fatal T · Thu Feb 05, 2015 7:51 pm

Morgan will wait for Desmond to return, keeping an eye out for unwelcome visitors.

Fatal T · Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:56 am

Morgan falls in at the rear of the group and follows to whatever fate awaits him.

Fatal T · Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:19 am

"I apologize, Master Dorgan. The city itself still stands as I recall, but all of the farms I passed through as I made my escape had been put to the torch. Forgive me, my memories of the time are quite blurry and vague."

Fatal T · Fri Jan 30, 2015 12:33 pm

In reply to Desmond's question, Morgan shakes his head slowly. "When I fled the city, my main thought was seeking cover, escape and evasion. Many times I thought I would end up as meat on a cookfire, but I managed to keep out of sight just long enough to remain whole. I admit that I paid scant...

Fatal T · Thu Jan 29, 2015 10:16 am

Morgan relaxes visibly at Desmond's words, and shifts his flail to rest on his left shoulder. He holds forth his right hand. "I am Morgan , once of Maine, lately of Ket, and now...as you see me. I would be glad to travel with you and lend my flail and whatever else I can offer to your cause. &...

Fatal T · Wed Jan 28, 2015 9:24 am

Morgan is relieved to hear a civilized tongue again...but is still wary. "Well enough I suppose! Had to flee the mess in Ket and was told by my captain to make for an abbey about two days march away...that I might find refuge there. Do you know the place perhaps?" As he gets a better view...

Fatal T · Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:46 am

Morgan is immediately wary as he spies the figures in the distance moving towards him. Coming to his feet, he assumes a ready stance, his flail gripped loosely in his right hand - one can never be too careful in the wilds!

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