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DrowArchmage · 03-07-2008, 06:56 PM

Rohan gave the man a look that had stopped murderers cold in their tracks. He tightend his grip on his sword hilt. his free hand curled into a fist. Peasant? He was the son of a powerful man, and if this "hero" wanted to show off for his lady, then so be it. He would put that pup through his paces once he found a battle circle. If such a thing exsisted out here.
Rohan addmitted to himself he should have drawn when the horse charged, but being ever confident......., being confident was going to get him into trouble.
There was something wrong with that guy. He didnt like him at all. A signpost? Ha.
Rohan shook his head and headed toward his horse, drawing his hood back up. He wasn't hurt badly, a mere scratch was all really. He knew how to grind roots well enough. His mother wasnt ignorant of everything after all.
He started humming something called 'To Dance With Demons' to himself as he unpacked his armor, he quickly put on his breastplate, chainmail, vembraces and gauntlets. The Red Hand shone brightly in the dim. His family's crest. He would ride the parimeter tonight, and in the morning he would find out who that arrogant popinjay was.

03-07-2008, 06:56 PM	#24
DrowArchmage Mephistopheles Join Date: July 29, 2004 Location: Mt. Pleasant, MI Age: 34 Posts: 1,400	Re: Tales of the Roving - City on Wheels Rohan gave the man a look that had stopped murderers cold in their tracks. He tightend his grip on his sword hilt. his free hand curled into a fist. Peasant? He was the son of a powerful man, and if this "hero" wanted to show off for his lady, then so be it. He would put that pup through his paces once he found a battle circle. If such a thing exsisted out here. Rohan addmitted to himself he should have drawn when the horse charged, but being ever confident......., being confident was going to get him into trouble. There was something wrong with that guy. He didnt like him at all. A signpost? Ha. Rohan shook his head and headed toward his horse, drawing his hood back up. He wasn't hurt badly, a mere scratch was all really. He knew how to grind roots well enough. His mother wasnt ignorant of everything after all. He started humming something called 'To Dance With Demons' to himself as he unpacked his armor, he quickly put on his breastplate, chainmail, vembraces and gauntlets. The Red Hand shone brightly in the dim. His family's crest. He would ride the parimeter tonight, and in the morning he would find out who that arrogant popinjay was.