Otiorin Taletreader
Still recovering from the strangeness of the Turning of the World, and the further strangeness of Mary Madberry's snow-related shenanigans, Otiorin can't but be impressed about the readiness of two-thirds of the Kobolds wishing to make an attempt of continuing to live on the...
Hercules smiles at the heart-warming scene between Beema and Taymee, but duty called and he would not be found wanting. Patting the Rainbow Warrioress on the shoulder, then hoisting the young shaman onto his own shoulder, the hulking Greek slipped the remaining chips of armor into his fatigue...
Hercules nodded as he finished the final stage of his task, threading each of the tiny strips of hypercarbon alloy with the ball chain usually reserved for military dogtags. He had made two sizes of chain, short ones to be hung from the dogtags of people who already wore them and long ones to be...
Before
Otiorin sat with the Kobolds, regaling them with the tales of Charmsring. Some tales were remembered from his own grandmother, some more fanciful imaginings of his own, but either way he had the rapt attention of every scaly adherent to his grandsire within earshot.
Then the World...
As he works with a fine black marker, picking out areas of the armor that are large enough to be made into a chip the size and approximate shape of a dogtag, he barely reacts to Beema's energetic clambering over his massive frame. He only pauses to change the position of the armor or to watch...
Hercules laughed, a deep rumbling sound of genuine mirth from his gut as the little Broo clambered all over him. He did make gentle attempts to catch at her, pawing at her back and arms as she scrabbled across his shoulders, but he allowed her the victory of claiming the summit of 'Mount...
"Okay, I shall wake Beema.", he replied, following Taymee's guidance and gently stroking the young Broo's fur. He took the time to marvel just how fine her fur was, smooth like strands of silk, laid over soft warm skin and delicate bone. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him, a primeval...
Hercules shook his head in wry humor. He still had so much to learn from these proud alien beasties, and he resolved he would. He nodded his unspoken thanks to crewperson Candace.
"Taymee number 1." he replied, holding up his index finger, "Save Captain Sharp when nobody else can. All of...
Hercules wasn't afraid. Hercules was among allies and friends. So when Taymee reacted to his approach, he didn't react the way the other crewmen had. He didn't recoil, he didn't cry out. He paused in his movement, turning to regard her calmly and slowly. His eyes took in her appearance, even as...
Hercules watched the surveillance footage with a wry smile on his face. It was almost as if she was reading his mind. He nodded his thanks to the Bro-bot and walked through the early morning corridors of the warship until he arrived at the Mess Hall. The crew who were present, eating their...
Further to this, the Gen1 Jetfire action figure looks.... awfully familiar:
Can't say I can accurately place where I've seen it before:
Captain Hesperus
Hercules paused in the act of shovelling another forkful of grilled chicken breast over egg-fried rice into his mouth to consider Zyor- Commander Kirin's words. Was he over-analyzing things? Should he just pass off the events of the day as done and immutable? There was certainly merit in that...