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Epine de Rose rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 4, 1, 4
Total: 13 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 3:43 am
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He had made himself useful from the moment the Captain had let him in to his band. At first, he had been accepted as no more than a passing ally that would eventually go their own way. There were a few 'rogues' who had tagged along at various points in the Captain's expedition; but as the Reavers had begun to snake their way home one final time, most had taken their leave. The Reavers had been honest in who they were and where they came from, that if an opportunistic Reaver in another band caught sight of them, then their freedom might be forfeit and very few had elected to take that risk.
However in the case of Lawsonia, he had found that the longer he stayed with this particular set of lions, the more he appreciated everything they stood for. Sure, they had darker aspects of their pride with equally problematic individuals, but this seemed to be how life was in general. No, it had been the very fact that they always seemed to know what they wanted and exactly how to get it that had drawn him in.
They had something he couldn't quite put his paw on.
...But their pursuit of honour and glory was difficult to ignore, and coupled with the camaraderie that he had found among them, it was something that he wanted. That unmistakable brotherhood, the higher expectations and the overall sense of adventure - he might not have the capacity to be cruel or to enslave another by force, but he definitely knew he could do the rest.
Therefore he had come to the conclusion that he would be joining the Stormborn on their march home. He had even expressed his intentions to the Captain who had regarded him for a long moment before simply giving a nod. He did make it clear to the Reavers though, he wouldn't be kneeling before them as a mere thrall... No, he had already demonstrated he could fight, and he was going to best them this time.
...He would be acknowledged as an equal.
He was determined.
Words: 350
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Epine de Rose rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 1, 3, 2
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 3:44 am
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The Reavers had grown to like Lawsonia - no matter how 'small' the black lion was, he had proven himself to be incredibly useful, especially in a tight spot. Lawsonia had thrown himself willingly in to harms way, and on more than one occasion, had volunteered to crawl into some of the tightest and most uncomfortable holes to try and uncover any hidden clues. He'd done everything with a rather impressive amount of good humour and optimism, all the while taking into consideration the words of 'wisdom' he had been provided by the Reavers.
...To begin with, Lawsonia's attempts at anything hostile had been comical. The guy could scarcely raise his paw and aim it right, but with plenty of sparring and coaching in the forward camps he had gone from a scout, to something much more impressive. Not half bad for a lion who looked like he might have been the runt of a little, not bad at all.
Still, Tethys could do nothing more as the black lion came towards him with a spring in his step. While the rest of the rogues had gone their separate ways to avoid capture, he had chosen to say, and it was with the same enthusiasm as always that he now stood before the Captain and challenged him for entry into the heart of the Stormborn.
Who was Tethys to ignore that challenge?
Rolling his shoulders, the pale lion gave himself some room and regarded the black lion expectantly. He'd had the advantage of training with his own men, if he lost now, then he really wasn't going to be worthy!
Words: 269
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:16 am
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Squaring off against the Captain really hadn't been something he had anticipated. He had assumed he would be up against one of the Reavers, but it had been agreed among them all that he had seen too much of their style. This would have given him an unfair advantage, and as such he should be put up against the Captain, even if said Captain had an injury or two to his name. Afterall, Tethys's leg had yet to heal properly and he still carried a limp that hindered his gait, but this didn't seem to have deterred the band.
Their terms were set.
In a way they had almost handicapped their Captain on purpose, perhaps giving Lawsonia a little bit of an advantage so that he did have the chance to get in. However it seemed that even Tethys was willing in this case, he had earned their respect while he was out there and that had been shown in the manner they had trained him. He just had to honour them by making sure he pulled off some good punches.
However as he heard a number of the brothers laugh and chatter among themselves, he took the opportunity to plunge forward and towards the awaiting white male. He didn't aim to swing at the white male's face though, no, on this occasion he was going to take full advantage of Tethys's hindered movement.
He'd wait, feint, and then go right for his legs!
Words: 244
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:20 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:55 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:11 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:40 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:45 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:55 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 8:02 am
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