Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
12-30-2009, 04:18 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Red Herring.
"Right 'en," Vasily said, puffing up his chest as he drew in a thick breath of the pine-scented forest air. He hated land almost as much as he hated prison - the two were, for the pirate, one in the same. However, though he had little experience with the thick of a forest, he had on his side the benefit of a keen wit. He probably could've been a wizard had he set his mind to such a task, but such work was for bearded old men, not devilishly handsome highwaymen of the seas and/or higher purpose. Captain Rurikovich reasoned that he could survive such a hell hole if he kept his head on his shoulders and told his dick to shut up for a few minutes. But then again, mmm... Annabell. Vasily couldn't think of a worse way to go than inside of her. Ssssssolid.
Observing the Manikin's actions, he scratched his beard with a curiously raised eyebrow. "Tha' creature's odd, I'll grant ye tha'. 'owever, it don't seem tae be hostile - yet. I'd reckon tha' one of us should be appointed tae watch o'er th' wee fella, make sure he don' get outtae hand 'en keep him wit' th' group. Any volunteers?" He turned his gaze out towards those that were gathered. "And, in addition . . ."
The pirate stands by an adjacent tree and hefts up a small twig on the ground, which he proceeds to use to mark a thick line in the ground. "Stand behind this line wit' me if ye want tae go intae th' forest. If ye wish tae stay 'ere, thas' fine wit' me, bu' I don't much see th' point."
"Right 'en," Vasily said, puffing up his chest as he drew in a thick breath of the pine-scented forest air. He hated land almost as much as he hated prison - the two were, for the pirate, one in the same. However, though he had little experience with the thick of a forest, he had on his side the benefit of a keen wit. He probably could've been a wizard had he set his mind to such a task, but such work was for bearded old men, not devilishly handsome highwaymen of the seas and/or higher purpose. Captain Rurikovich reasoned that he could survive such a hell hole if he kept his head on his shoulders and told his dick to shut up for a few minutes. But then again, mmm... Annabell. Vasily couldn't think of a worse way to go than inside of her. Ssssssolid.
Observing the Manikin's actions, he scratched his beard with a curiously raised eyebrow. "Tha' creature's odd, I'll grant ye tha'. 'owever, it don't seem tae be hostile - yet. I'd reckon tha' one of us should be appointed tae watch o'er th' wee fella, make sure he don' get outtae hand 'en keep him wit' th' group. Any volunteers?" He turned his gaze out towards those that were gathered. "And, in addition . . ."
The pirate stands by an adjacent tree and hefts up a small twig on the ground, which he proceeds to use to mark a thick line in the ground. "Stand behind this line wit' me if ye want tae go intae th' forest. If ye wish tae stay 'ere, thas' fine wit' me, bu' I don't much see th' point."