Recent content by Radigan

Is there still an opening for an engineer?

Maybe camp beds instead?

I am working on a character sheet now. 

Unfortunately I have to leave this, having a bit of trouble with my internet that will probably be an annoyance to sort out. 

Even better, nice clear view's what a sniper needs and it'll be perfect for coordination. 

Expect our group's resident sniper to be nice and comfy sniping away while everyone else is right in the thick of the battle.

I'm certainly interested too.

Nevermind with the reasons then, always best to trim a tree before it breaks a window after all. 

Copious amounts, then again there are probably good reasons. 

Soon the sacking of Mistrise Temple would begin in Henry's mind as the sands began to crunch under the horse, the coast was before the king and his first fight of the century. There was the stable owner, a woman in a kaleidoscopic robe and a few children who watched on from a tired coastline...

Oh alright, I'm just happy if one of the townsfolk survives the siege of the temple.

"If a few of you wish to accompany me then I am no opposition to that, for ye all I ask of two things; make a note on these men's bravery and fashion yerselves ambuscades, toils and general defences in case we fail, you are all better off fighting to defend yourselves then offering trinkets to a...

Yes that's it, I can imagine an old king and two tired townsfolk laden with rope and armour marching to the coast. I wonder if the King will be getting help from the coastline carriers and their formerly captivated cargo.

I'm not sure why but the music from when the Spanish arrive at the fountain of youth in Pirates of the Caribbean is going through my head... Maybe it's because I can picture Henry on horseback with two townsfolk in tow marching towards the temple.

Henry had a peaceful, calm and uninterrupted sleep that night, as the creatures and the dead strode across the town and the stars glistened above in complete ignorance of Mistrise Landing's woes and laments which the dead wailed as they thudded against the doors, steaming up what glass there is...