Joric Ironfist
Joric had felt a certain sense of guilt as they ventured into Hamstead. What transpired that day was all too clear in his memory: a lord who was either paranoid or opportunistic had conscripted some well meaning villagers and sent them to attack Copperdale.
He remembered his plans to visit the conscripts' families and ask for forgiveness. But after realizing the Lord of the town was still out for his head (hadn't Amair smoothed things over with them?), and taking the urgency of their present task into consideration, it would probably be a better idea to hold off on that for now.
He hadn't known Rovaan was involved, but had heard of some fiery demon laying waste to the other half of the army. Only now did he make that connection. Joric already harbored some degree of mistrust towards the man, and now when he spoke of his crime without remorse, and even laughing about it, that just made Joric angry.
"If you find slaughtering misled villagers funny, why the hell are you here? It can't be out of goodwill!" The dwarf spat, clearly not finding his comment in the slightest.
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Brodus
Brodus nodded. He removed his helmet and hid it under his cloak, then put the cloak's hood up. Soahc was placing a surprising amount of faith in them for people who just joined today, but then again they were all up to the task.
Not wasting any time, he moved at a brisk walk towards one of the towers. As he neared it, he crouched down into some bushes and started to examine its defenses.
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Alicia Vendal
"Sightseeing." Alicia responded sarcastically, her natural distrust of authority kicking in. "Harsh cold weather, a civil war, giant smelly ogres... who wouldn't want to come up here this year?" She asked. "Give it another week or two and this place will be flooded with tourists!" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
Joric had felt a certain sense of guilt as they ventured into Hamstead. What transpired that day was all too clear in his memory: a lord who was either paranoid or opportunistic had conscripted some well meaning villagers and sent them to attack Copperdale.
He remembered his plans to visit the conscripts' families and ask for forgiveness. But after realizing the Lord of the town was still out for his head (hadn't Amair smoothed things over with them?), and taking the urgency of their present task into consideration, it would probably be a better idea to hold off on that for now.
He hadn't known Rovaan was involved, but had heard of some fiery demon laying waste to the other half of the army. Only now did he make that connection. Joric already harbored some degree of mistrust towards the man, and now when he spoke of his crime without remorse, and even laughing about it, that just made Joric angry.
"If you find slaughtering misled villagers funny, why the hell are you here? It can't be out of goodwill!" The dwarf spat, clearly not finding his comment in the slightest.
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Brodus
Brodus nodded. He removed his helmet and hid it under his cloak, then put the cloak's hood up. Soahc was placing a surprising amount of faith in them for people who just joined today, but then again they were all up to the task.
Not wasting any time, he moved at a brisk walk towards one of the towers. As he neared it, he crouched down into some bushes and started to examine its defenses.
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Alicia Vendal
"Sightseeing." Alicia responded sarcastically, her natural distrust of authority kicking in. "Harsh cold weather, a civil war, giant smelly ogres... who wouldn't want to come up here this year?" She asked. "Give it another week or two and this place will be flooded with tourists!" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
15-Oct-2015 23:47:36 - Last edited on 17-Oct-2015 04:05:12 by NotFishing