forum Medieval/Fantasy RP (CLOSED, STALK)

Started May 22, 2018 by @Skylark

tune

“Why would I kill you? I legit just finished helping you,” Victoria smiled.

"Well, I'm sure these other leggas' will tell you why they probably would like to kill me."

“But… why? Your life is just as…. important as mine,” Victoria said. “Maybe more so. My life is pretty lame.”

Onyx snorted, "Well, ye ain't a siren, legga'. Leggas' don't really like my kind."

“Oh. Well. If it counts as anything, I like ‘your kind’,” Victoria offered.

Kristine walks up, trying to keep her hold on all three struggling dragonets, "We wont kill you. If we where we would have already."

"True enough. If ye ain't gonna kill me, whatcha gonna do with me?" Onyx asked, sitting up and cringing in pain.

"Help" She shrugs simply

Ashaeri nods along with the girl. She wanted to help. She signed, "We're here to help. Not hurt."

Onyx raised an eyebrow. Doubt was written all over her face.
"Ya, and Imma puffer fish," she said. "Forgive me, or don't, but I don't trust leggas' after being shot at by 'em."

"That's fine," Ash signed. She was a bit shocked everyone seemed to know sign language.

“Trust us or not, you need our help. And rest.” Travis stated. “At least let us all help you get to a safe place to stay while you heal.”

//wait isn’t this travis

“What he said,” Victoria smiled.

//XD no problemo

"Fine…" Onyx consented. Morey's gonna have my fin for this…

//yeet

Kristine wasn't really paying attention as she tries to rally her dragons, "There is a cove up a little ways with large, deep tide pools." She offers, pointing in the direction but she had to crouch slightly with her one arm around all three wriggling dragons

“No one goes there?” Travis nods pleasantly surprised in the direction of the cove. “I’ll go get bedding and stuff to make a fire with.”

Kristine gets to fed up by now and literally drops all three dragonets into the waves, "Fine. Be that way."

Robin goes out again, to the woods, to quiet. Being alone often scares him, which is rather interesting considering he spends his days such, but sometimes, whether you prefer to be around others or no, you need to be alone. He checks the traps again; too soon, as they're all empty. But he isn't ready to return yet.
The weight of being the man of the family once again weighs heavy on his shoulders, and he takes a deep breath before it can drag him down. He leans against a tree, head in his hands, tired of responsibility, but too responsible to give up on them all, on his family.

"A'right," Onyx said, still entirely suspicious of the leggers. "Can one of ye 'elp me up? My leg still 'urts like 'ell."