RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Three: Forgotten Whispers]
09-08-2013, 11:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2013, 11:57 AM by BlazerC.)
((Sorry for the late response, I have been busy. And forgetful.))
In response to Razan ignoring him, Mayor makes some kind of noise, it isn't entirely sure what he means by this. Mayor just turns around and forcibly snatches the Map from Thunderpaw, then suddenly looks very sorry and performs a slight bow in apology. After that, Mayor looks around on the map, trying to see if any of the locations Razan pointed out have names that stand out to him, then graciously hands it back to Thunderpaw.
Bohw stays on the ground sitting upright, muttering things to herself and still looking displeased in herself, making the note to keep control for the future. Still, she is somewhat more relieved now that Thunderpaw seems to be still breathing, even after what she remembers of what was a lethal blow. That doesn't stop her from glaring the wounded bunni down, the instant he staggers or looks ill Bohw is going to drag him to the closest cleric.
She gasps, suddenly remembering something and patting down her pockets. Bohw digs around in her side satchel and (hopefully) pulls a small bauble out of one the smaller pockets in the bag, still safe and sound.
"Oy! We still got that small army outside, don't we?"
In response to Razan ignoring him, Mayor makes some kind of noise, it isn't entirely sure what he means by this. Mayor just turns around and forcibly snatches the Map from Thunderpaw, then suddenly looks very sorry and performs a slight bow in apology. After that, Mayor looks around on the map, trying to see if any of the locations Razan pointed out have names that stand out to him, then graciously hands it back to Thunderpaw.
Bohw stays on the ground sitting upright, muttering things to herself and still looking displeased in herself, making the note to keep control for the future. Still, she is somewhat more relieved now that Thunderpaw seems to be still breathing, even after what she remembers of what was a lethal blow. That doesn't stop her from glaring the wounded bunni down, the instant he staggers or looks ill Bohw is going to drag him to the closest cleric.
She gasps, suddenly remembering something and patting down her pockets. Bohw digs around in her side satchel and (hopefully) pulls a small bauble out of one the smaller pockets in the bag, still safe and sound.
"Oy! We still got that small army outside, don't we?"