Prophesied

OOC: Seriously? You think I should ask Mr. Grumpy pants here? XD I think I'm safer with the arcana check.

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The member 'Fang' has done the following action : Die rolls

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Fang simply figures he's bi polar and decided to be an ass today. "So what's your deal? What's with the attitude? And why do you look different?" He raised a brow, propping his scythe on his shoulder. He decided to try the direct approach anyway.

"You are currently looking at the reason my own parents won't acknowledge me. I'm a damned Zeran and my mighty lord and lady think I'm some damned bastard child." He smirks. "You want more answers then that? Ask me when my flaming head is up my ass again. Now get up. The old man says the closest settlement is another two days away."

Fang glared at him slightly, then went off to join Ricker over where he was at, knowing anyone here was better company than Zeran right now. "Asshole...", was all he muttered under his breath.

The Wilden's head limbs sag as she looks at the genesai. "It's easier to gain cooperation from those you treat with kindness and respect." she said to him. Suddenly she looked confused, as if she had no idea where that came from.

Ricker leans over and whispers to Fang. "Easy, son. That boy's got more problems then I thought. I met a genasi once before. He didn't want to talk about it much but he had a cousin that was like this, only all the time. It's some kind of corruption. Usually since birth. I think we should wait til he's in a better mood and ask him about it."

Fang sighed heavily, but nodded in agreement still. "Yeah... okay. I'll try to keep my cool. For now."

"And it's easier to get going if you do what I say. World is ending, remember?"

Mambele may be a pampered rich boy with an inflated opinion of his self worth, but he still seems rather able to take abuse with a cool stride. "I take it breakfast is delayed until further notice?" he wonders aloud with a grim smile as he starts rolling his overly ornate sleeping bag. Despite the excitement of last evening, he had gone to sleep rather quickly, tired of seeing the same old frustratingly silent stars overhead, but his slumber had been restless and troubled and his morning hair showed it.

"Breakfast will be had on the road. Take some meat." He slices off a good portion for himself. "Everyone ready? Good. Let's go." He starts walking down the road.

Fang grimaces, glances back at the others with a shrug, then begins to follow the genasi, his scythe resting on one shoulder.

You continue on your way with no incidents. Menzo is as much of an ass as before and doesn't get better throughout the day. Ricker is traveling much better now that he is unburdened with the pain of his ribs. He does keep clutching his chest but not out of pain. Eventually you make camp. In the distance you can see the lights of the city you are headed for.

The genasi grimaces as he looks toward the town. "What's the name of that hole?" He asks no one in particular.

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OOC: First one to post gets to name it.

"Braghnia, I believe it was called.", Fang said bluntly, overlooking the city.

"Braghnia. What kind of settlement is it? Who lives there?"

OOC: Are we supposed to roll a check, or since I named it, do i get to make up stuff about it?

"Minotaur." Ricker says. Although he cautioned for calm earlier he has since started to lose patience with the warlord. "They like people with good manners." He glares pointedly at Menzo's back. "Might be a few halflings and elves too. Probably the only thing you won't see there is a tiefling. They hate each other, tieflings and minotaur."

Fang's head perked up as he heard elves being mentioned, glancing back towards the city with a smile. "Lots of races come across here, including elves. I wonder if..." He turned to the others. "Well, what are we waiting for, the world to end or something? ... oh, right."

Mambele had not lost his appetite despite his concerns, and had made short work of his own slice of meat. With that concern out of the way, he finds it easier to take note of other people's troubles. With the warlord still moody, he turns to face Turkla instead. "I know this place. Bit rough around the edges, but it's got some good inns. Though I figure cooks are not high on your list of priorities." Looking over at Ricker, he frowns. "I'm thinking we should probably scout for some healers first. You'd think a group our size would have at least one."

"It takes powerful magic to mend bones, son. I wouldn't expect any of you to be that good." He chuckles. "I'll be fine until we get to the town. There's a clergy that owes me a favor." He glances around. "Now, who's taking the first watch?"

"Hells, I can heal. I just yell at people until they feel better." He turns back to the group. "I'll take first watch. Anyone got a problem with that?"

Mambele shrugs. "Not at all. Permission to start a fire? I was hoping I might treat you all to something other than cold wolf." he offers.

"Sure, go ahead." Menzo doesn't seem to really care.

ooc What do I roll to start a fire and cook a nice outdoor dinner?