Post by Warlord on Sept 19, 2018 2:45:23 GMT -5
Gjurd phased into sight as the other four approached the memorial. For a man so lazy he was the first to arrive, and early at that. Only Helga held flowers, Arnbjørg held the snack packs, and Ragnhild was the furthest in the back to keep a calculative gaze around.
The lot of them all may have appeared somber, but Helga was capable of smiling: remembering the hero's witnessed that day, and her own participation. Ragnhild herself aiding during the crisis during Tyrluk's needs and she clanked around in her armor with the Red accents.
Their newest stock was Rona. Green in both her color choice and her experiences: she stared around with large eyes, "Uthgar's totems...these Cormytes know how to make an impressive memorial."
The clankin are known to meet on the 5th of every month, out in Skull Crag in collective unity, but today was a special day and it is to honor the new memorial. There would still be drinking and merriments exchanged nearby. Ixamarunmaughzeraph was an important lesson to Helga and Ragnhild, defining crucial perspective shifts about dragon battles and dragon spirits. You can't always slay the beast, and Helga understood this very well about such great evil's. She wore her full battle suit, Blue in color.
Arnbjørg's grin was as bright as her own Yellow armoring. She pointed to the crypt, "Think we can explore that? Bet it has undead next year..."
Gjurd's Black glove rose to cover his mouth to hide his snickering, while Ragnhild gave Quake a slap at the thigh as she arrived, "Shh!" The Strategist quickly shushing Arnbjørg but not bothering to lecture as her mind raced between her two family member's back near Suzail, their suffering, and the loss of all the family and potential among the row of graves. It made the lethal weapon focus with deeper zen breathing.
Each gathered and lined up, paying respect, with Helga casting the heaviest of ceremonial gestures and Tempuran practice. Each watched their eldest in silence as Helga invoked upon Tempus blessings and making prideful gestures of blessings.
"..fled the forest kingdom, vowing revenge..." words speaking as Helga read the sign while approaching it and finishing the details of the setting.
Gjurd finally spoke, "If this beast comes back, it may be real hard to rally that many adventurers up again. Dragoneers may have to do some exhaustive double-time...Whose going to help otherwise?"
"We are," Helga replied confidently as she turned to regard all of them with her gentle smile.
The flowers given were all purple in color. But a white and pink rose was placed in the bouquet to foreshadow a connection elsewhere.
The lot of them all may have appeared somber, but Helga was capable of smiling: remembering the hero's witnessed that day, and her own participation. Ragnhild herself aiding during the crisis during Tyrluk's needs and she clanked around in her armor with the Red accents.
Their newest stock was Rona. Green in both her color choice and her experiences: she stared around with large eyes, "Uthgar's totems...these Cormytes know how to make an impressive memorial."
The clankin are known to meet on the 5th of every month, out in Skull Crag in collective unity, but today was a special day and it is to honor the new memorial. There would still be drinking and merriments exchanged nearby. Ixamarunmaughzeraph was an important lesson to Helga and Ragnhild, defining crucial perspective shifts about dragon battles and dragon spirits. You can't always slay the beast, and Helga understood this very well about such great evil's. She wore her full battle suit, Blue in color.
Arnbjørg's grin was as bright as her own Yellow armoring. She pointed to the crypt, "Think we can explore that? Bet it has undead next year..."
Gjurd's Black glove rose to cover his mouth to hide his snickering, while Ragnhild gave Quake a slap at the thigh as she arrived, "Shh!" The Strategist quickly shushing Arnbjørg but not bothering to lecture as her mind raced between her two family member's back near Suzail, their suffering, and the loss of all the family and potential among the row of graves. It made the lethal weapon focus with deeper zen breathing.
Each gathered and lined up, paying respect, with Helga casting the heaviest of ceremonial gestures and Tempuran practice. Each watched their eldest in silence as Helga invoked upon Tempus blessings and making prideful gestures of blessings.
"..fled the forest kingdom, vowing revenge..." words speaking as Helga read the sign while approaching it and finishing the details of the setting.
Gjurd finally spoke, "If this beast comes back, it may be real hard to rally that many adventurers up again. Dragoneers may have to do some exhaustive double-time...Whose going to help otherwise?"
"We are," Helga replied confidently as she turned to regard all of them with her gentle smile.
The flowers given were all purple in color. But a white and pink rose was placed in the bouquet to foreshadow a connection elsewhere.