Michael’s Comments (group member since Nov 24, 2008)

Michael’s comments from the More RPG! group.

"my lady, you are not fit for travel. but i must set out at once to rid the world of this blight!"
he pulled out a whetstone and started sharpening his sword.

"i may be able to help, at least with finding the beasts. my master, the man who was to train me to be a knight, was a ranger of sorts. and he passed his knowledge to me. i only wish i had paid closer attention.."he crouched to the ground, and began examining the ground for tracks. after several miniutes hi stood up suddenly," i've seen these tracks before! they're the reason i was sent here..." he sat on a log, putting his head in his hands "the tracks begong to a daemonlord"

inglades walked after erica and pine, and paling visibly when he saw the devestation to the forest

inglades tied hazal's hands and feet, then started to bandage her leg, all the while listening to an unending stream of curses

ingledes dropped the firewood as he heard erica scream, and watched her dash off into the woods. he would have gone after her, but as he was about to leave a ball of fire crashed into the clearing. "cover! find cover!" he screamed, diving to the ground. he saw a figure enter the clearing through the smoke, and saw shaya summon water to douse the flames. he was burned from the flames, but he cried out in indignation when he saw the figure knock shaya down. "what right have you to cause such pain on a whim !?!?" he stood now, his sword glittering with a pale white light.he walked slowly over to where shaya lay, and seeing the figure kicking her made his blood burn with rage. "you will pay for that!" he said evenly, taking a vicious swing with his sword that tore open hazel's leg.

inglades returned to the camp, carrying several dead branches in his arms

"it seems we should all speak with each other, but now is not the time. i'll get a fire going"
with that inglades walked off into the trees to gather firewood.

(come on in) ( noah, you play D&D! don't give me this crap about not having ideas!)

"where do you have to go?" asked inglades

"I have only provisions for myself, and Solamnics such as myself are known to be quite hardy." he said with a sigh. "no, and i know too little of nature lore to make my own."

inglades stood by his horse, ready to leave should things turn sour

"there is something above us." whispered inglades.he quietly drew his sword and stalked over to a tree for as much cover as he could gain. "who goes there?"

"she said her name was erica. I found her in a clearing, covered in cuts. i did what i could to treat them."

inglades walked slowly into the clearing, carrying erica in his arms. he laid her down on the ground as gently as he could." who might this be?" he gestured at pine. "it would seem all travelers in the whole forest have crossed paths here..."

"name of paladine..." murmured inglades, taking a field kit from his pack and taking out a bandage.
he took a clean cloth and did what he could to wipe the blood from erica before bandaging her wounds.

"this can wait" Inglades yelled, already dashing off through the trees. drawing his sword he called out"hello?" running ever closer "who calls for aid?" he entered the clearing, his gaze drawn to the elf. "who are you?"

"i'm sorry sir, as yet i am not at liberty to discuss this mission." he said, sheathing his sword and dismounting."but i am honored to meed you, shaya, jamie, and xapnier." with a bow. "what buisness brings you here?"

wiping the blood off of his sword, the man adressed the gathering of people in the clearing."greetings" he said in a deep, clear voice."my name is Inglades, kningt of solamnia." "you may have heard of it, it's a kingdom to the north. i was sent to the south on a mission however." he said."but who might i have the great honor of adressing?"

the thunder of hoofbeats announced a man in to the clearing, a suit of plate armor being the first thing noticed about him. on a closer look, however, you see that he is tall by human standards, standing over six feet, and wore his dark hair to his shoulders."stand down, beast!"he screamed, unsheathing a broadsword, spinning it with a flourish and charged foreward. his warhorse wore plate armor, so when the thing raised a club for a clumsy strike, it skidded off the horses armor. with a sweeping motion, and one well placed blow, the beast's head was sliced neatly off.

sir Inglades Silversword
human
tall, shoulder length dark brown hair, grey eyes
kind, proud and honorable.