The Hair Thief

[_krug_ 247]

In all major towns and cities, with the exception of Gronkkston, criers can be heard delivering a message. In their hands they hold a crude drawing of a red orc with large tusks, hazel eyes, and a yellow loincloth.

 

"Hear ye, hear ye! The most unholiest of thieves stalks these lands! Eyewitnesses describe a large, red orc stealing precious hair from multiple individuals! Protect yer hair! Wear a hat! Wear a hood! Go bald! Just hide yer hair from this beast before yer next!"

 

The message is delivered. Only god himself can save your delicious, fluffy hair from this thief. You can't run, and you can't hide. Only hope he doesn't find you.

[Demotheus 651]

Dani blinks, stroking her long, lucious red hair.

 

"Damn..."

[Dr. Ducky-D 277]

Edric sits in Kreuzberg, calmly sharpening a Zwiehander in the Sariant smithy, many miniature catapults lay scattered around him, loaded and primed to fire. He mutters to himself.

"Let this hair stealing beast come... I shall meet him with cold, hard steel!"

He draws his head back before quickly flicking it forward, the visor of his full helm flopping down over his eyes as he continues to sharpen away, beginning to hum a old Teutonic Battle hymn. 

 

((I was actually a bit of a fan of the rp it was quite funny to watch))

 

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk chews fistfuls of horse hair in his blarg.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.