Recent content by Gerald Lightfoot

Gerald sat quietly within the group, oiling and polishing his armour. Small grunts of appreciation sounded from within his throat as he finished each piece and checked it over carefully. After a while he finished the final piece, his helmet. Removing a small strip of worn linen from his pocket...

Go for it :)

Do you think this has died...?

Precisely.

Well, Gerald will be camping either way. He only has a few coins remaining.

I'm voting to RP. Otherwise, any relationship that builds between our characters on the way is lost, and they will still be almost strangers...

Yup.

No worries :)

I think you might want to introduce yourself... Otherwise, you could end up waiting for absolutely ages...

((Sorry for late reply guys, my Dad had a heart attack recently, I've been having to look after him. I'll try and be more constant now))

Gerald had his armour and sword crafted to a high degree already, so after his purchase of a beautiful war horse, which set him back by 300 gold pieces, he set about buying a few necessary provisions. He bought and haggled for three more whetstones, a bolt of rough linen, three flasks of oil...

This RP looks like it's died, guys...

I wonder what's happened with Doll...

Wassup

Gerald stood and watched the Orc as he took in the scene. No doubt he was feeling very overwhelmed. He walked over to the tree in which the Orc's axe was buried and examined it. Such raw, brute strength. It was rather impressive. He turned his head to study the Orc that still stood, then at...