Re: (055) Wildwood/The Ivory Wold
Gustave slips easily into a deep slumber (as usual); though his night is more restless than usual, taunted by eerie dreams of plaited autumn hair...
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Re: (055) Wildwood/The Ivory Wold
Gustave's eyes wander ceaselessly, drinking in the myriad wonders as the pair follow their guides deeper into the wold. " I had forgotten that your maidens were so fair my good Elf " he whispers to Wen en route. Moving closer to Lólwen , and daring for a moment to appreciate her magnifice...
Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)
Gustave empties the contents of his pack onto the grass, that the learned may examine them in their sickness-induced stasis.
"Shall we go and find us some elves then?" he then says to Wen in Elvish.
"Shall we go and find us some elves then?" he then says to Wen in Elvish.
Re: (055) Wildwood (the Ivory Wold)
Dorgan gazes upon the Elven wood. "Mebbe we carry them who's sleepin', and keep going? I won't feel comfortable 'til we're in the Woods entire, even if'n we're trading one problem fer another." Gustave rises from his silken bedding and stretches in the golden dawn, patting his belly conte...
Re: (053) Moonshine
The most pressing question is: Do you plan to use the magic-beans to grow to giant size (and double your pace), and if so... how many? (Let's assume that a strong man enlarged to giant-size could carry two others without being encumbered). OOC: Gustave is of the view that one, normal sized, Gustave...
Re: (053) Moonshine
"We need ta leave. Now. Back to the keep. It's the only place 'round here where we can get cover from them worgs. Someone carry Rufus's body." If anyone lingers, "Hey! We need ta leave. Them riders will be back and we don't wanna get caught out in the open again. Let's go." &quo...
Re: (053) Moonshine
Reacting blindly to the sounds of warg movement, Desmond pulls his sword out of the ground and holds it steadily before him, waiting for the charge. He holds the pose for several seconds, even as the sounds of activity die down. Finally, he feels the tip of the sword starting to project the shaking...
Re: (053) Moonshine
Gustave cries in disbelief as yet another fine sword stroke goes astray, as his mailed boot slides on the splatted gore of spilled goblin intestines at his feet. Eyes red with murder, he moves to pursue the beast as it falls back to the circle, when he hears the voice of Desmond cut clear through a...
Re: (053) Moonshine
Oblivious to the arcane circus going on around him, Gustave has (red) eyes only for the mangy, slobbering mutts that refuse to respectfully fall to his blade.
His stomach growls as he grunts and sends another flurry of defts strokes at the beast before him.
His stomach growls as he grunts and sends another flurry of defts strokes at the beast before him.
Re: (053) Moonshine
" Ha haaaa !" cries Gustave as he whips the goblin's intestines from his blade, only to catch a warg's tooth in his thigh. He glances down at the dented cuisse, and the slobber now oozing down his leg. Pupils dilate. " You dare bite The Gustave?" [/i] he says incredulously, sniff...