Dark Seduction RPG - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Helkahothion · 06-20-2003, 04:17 AM

As the priestess walked back, Thorgom spat on the ground.

"Good use of me? Some nerve for a woman. She'd better watch her steps." He mumbled to himself.

The group was now gathered and waiting for the woman to get back. Thorgom drank some water. The travel had made him very thirsty. As he looked around, he saw none of the man of the tribes around. Not that he cared anyway. He had been with a tribe for a while, but he could not stand them. He could not stand much of a group anyway. So instead, he just sat down and waited for the woman to return. Her comment on the clothing did not please Thorgom either. He just saw the priestess as an arrogant low-life. He hoped that she would not lead him into battle. She wouldn't anyway. He would go himself. But he needed a battlefield and she would guide him there.

He wiped the sweat of his head. With a piece of textile, he bound his hair together. As he was bored, he started to sharpen his axes. He got a repulsive look from the others. They had obviously never saw someone from around. Thorgom looked at one and gave him a foul look. He had the urge to kill them all. They were all getting on his nerve. But he controlled himself and went on sharpening the axe. When his big axe was done, he took out his throwing axes. With his pants, he wiped them clean, leaving a brown stain on the pants. Thorgom did not mind, the pants were brown before. Maybe because it was hardly ever washed. The citadel reminded him of something. He had the strange feeling he knew it from some place else. Like he had been there before. He sure remembered the way towards it. Thorgom wanted to close his eyes, but stopped himself.

"No, no flashing memories again Thorgom."

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]

06-20-2003, 04:17 AM	#11
Helkahothion Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: The inside of Legolas' lungs Posts: 1,005	As the priestess walked back, Thorgom spat on the ground. "Good use of me? Some nerve for a woman. She'd better watch her steps." He mumbled to himself. The group was now gathered and waiting for the woman to get back. Thorgom drank some water. The travel had made him very thirsty. As he looked around, he saw none of the man of the tribes around. Not that he cared anyway. He had been with a tribe for a while, but he could not stand them. He could not stand much of a group anyway. So instead, he just sat down and waited for the woman to return. Her comment on the clothing did not please Thorgom either. He just saw the priestess as an arrogant low-life. He hoped that she would not lead him into battle. She wouldn't anyway. He would go himself. But he needed a battlefield and she would guide him there. He wiped the sweat of his head. With a piece of textile, he bound his hair together. As he was bored, he started to sharpen his axes. He got a repulsive look from the others. They had obviously never saw someone from around. Thorgom looked at one and gave him a foul look. He had the urge to kill them all. They were all getting on his nerve. But he controlled himself and went on sharpening the axe. When his big axe was done, he took out his throwing axes. With his pants, he wiped them clean, leaving a brown stain on the pants. Thorgom did not mind, the pants were brown before. Maybe because it was hardly ever washed. The citadel reminded him of something. He had the strange feeling he knew it from some place else. Like he had been there before. He sure remembered the way towards it. Thorgom wanted to close his eyes, but stopped himself. "No, no flashing memories again Thorgom." [ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]