"Terra nice to see you!"

( May i Join this Roleplay? )

(Yep come on in!)

"Yeah sure." She replied distantly before throwing her axe at the target. Bullseye.

(Is it ok if you can change your dragon? Because I just claim the skrill even though I am not able to post my character up. ((IM SORRY FOR MAKING PEOPLE CHANGE DRAGONS BUT THATS HOW IT IS AND I RLLY LIKE THE SKRILL!))

(No, no, of course. Sorry about that. It is a really cool dragon! I see why you like it so much. I’ll change it now.)

(Im sorry to make you change your dragon though.)

(It’s all good. I just found one.)

(WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Odin watched as Azar flew off, most likely to go eat. He turned to go back inside the workshop, knowing that his father needed help.

(WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(Do whatever you want, we just started.)

The sinister man smiled as he rowed to the back of Berk. Growls. There were speed stingers in the cage he had. He smiled at the storm that was coming. They won't stand a chance. He thought to himself. He carried the metal cage and dropped it onto the sand. He took out his keys and opened the cage. Them he rowed away.

Brynhild sat on the front steps of her house. She watched a couple of younger kids play kickball. The ball flew at her face. Rather than duck, she snatched it from the air and handed it to the nearest youngster. The teams then flew into a heated debate about whether the kid was "out" or not.
"That girl caught it!"
"But she's not playing!"
"The rules say that if someone catches it, then you are out!"
"What rules? There's no rules for kickball!"
Bryn rolled her eyes and stood up. She went to the barn where she was met with a foul stench and a screech. "Oh- Keekee!" Bryn clutched at her face, trying to drown out the smell. Keekee landed in front of her and screeched again, but stopped mid-screech once she saw that is was Bryn. Bryn opened the doors and Keekee trotted out into the yard. "You're cleaning that up later," Bryn muttered.

(nah it's fine I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with this rp so I'm just gonna slide out of it lmao)

(awww bye…)

Bronwyn finally managed to get Marbles to get the hang of gliding with a saddle on. They landed. She jumped off. "I'm keeping that saddle on you for a bit longer." She told him. He ignored her and started rubbing against a tree.

(nah it's fine I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with this rp so I'm just gonna slide out of it lmao)

(Jensen you should stay. You would have. better chance then me.)

With Tercyopha beside him, Laurence laid back on one of the many green cliffs of Berk. He loved it up here. Looking out torwards the horizon with the wind at his back. If only he could g- Suddenly, he spotted a strange man rowing off the shore. Tercyopha gave him an unsure look. He had never seen this man before. He called to him, but no reply. He decided to go around and see if anything unusual was happening.

Odin was surprised to see that his father wasn't inside the workshop. He made his way over to his work table and flipped through the pages and pages of requests for weapons, armor, and everything in between. Let's see…a large iron axe. That sounds easy enough. He threw on his large gloves and got to work.

"Terra, so what dragon are you interested in?" Sythe asked.