[Mic crackles to life, sound of Benny's uneven breathing becomes evident before she speaks.]

Indy, you, me, drink.

Now[Instead of sounding confident or demanding like she wanted, all Benny ends up sounding like is drained, voice rasping in places ( Read more... )

And once again I get to use this icon. Great. Just great.We're going to attack a fortress tonight, from the looks of it the legion has bought up several towns in the area an has turned all of them into some kind of massive fortress, barracks, training grounds you name it they have it. We probably won't leave much of a dent, but if we manage to ( Read more... )

I don't know why the elf thought this was a good idea. By far its one of his stupidest. And that is saying something with his usual love of protecting the innocent an weak.

Taking on the whole legion on our own? Just the five us? Against armies upon armies of trained men? Guh. We're doomed.If he gets us killed I'm going to maim that blond girly ( Read more... )

And once again we're on the move, on a ship. I'll probably need to find a large supply of ropes in a few days. Otherwise Cow will panic from the swaying of the ship, he's never been fond of the sea. For a member of a Bloodrage Clan he is far from a ruthless warrior, no matter how many dragons he tackles. At least he won't be pick pocketed this time ( Read more... )

Well that certainly proved to a good evening, even with the bar fight and odd tasting beer it was pretty nice. The drinks were a little sourer then I expected, but hey its better then some of what I'd had to drink before. A lot cleaner to boot, no random floating fragments ( Read more... )

Some days Benny was thankful for her magic, others she wishes she had just been an actual Nun instead of a wandering priestess traveling with a group of insane people. Today was a mix of both, though the thought of drinking improved the darker side of it. Benny 'Hmmm'ing over the illusion she cast over herself, eying the more human skin tone that ( Read more... )

I never thought I would see the day where Richard would save helpless villagers. But I have, I'm almost certain the sky turned green at one point at the fact he's defied everything he's ever been defined as ( Read more... )

And the list of 'What is species is she?' has went up by one today. The last few guesses were already moronic in their own special way, but today it has been upped.

Green Panda. That's what he guessed.

Certainly proves 'Awesome X' doesn't know what the hell a Panda looks like. I'd prefer to be an Orc over a panda.

I vaguely wonder how exactly Richard can get drunk when he's been dead for so long. You'd think he'd need a beating heart for the alcohol to affect him and a working blood stream.

But with the undead its best to leave questions unanswered. Specially when it involves Richard. He's an enigma wrapped in mystery. Now with extra baby flavoring.

I...I hate frogs. Hate them. And Richard, but thats besides the point.

Cale you have thirty minutes before I squish your frogs. Or set them on fire. Whichever comes first.

((Angry Benny is angry~ Lets just say Richard thought it'd be a wonderful idea to flood her room with frogs, in various stages of living and decay. Some of them are Cale's ( Read more... )