Zayden (Znes6)

((xD, yep, cya then!

*sees the body and scowls heavily, he steps forward, leaning down to pick up the half nakid corpse, he stops abruptly, his hand motionless halfway to the man. He steps back, dropping his hand to his side. He chuckles softly, saying to himself* "I s'ppose I'll see how the lass handles this..." *grins, walking under the shadow of a nearby building and watching the corpse. Eager to see whether Wocket will have the stomach to solve this herself or will have another Gladiant do so for her*

((Heh... Ya... Me and Leo know the truth :P. anyway... You should talk to Zayden in game... You'd get some pretty hardcore bruises

((er... Ok then :3 good timing I guess since I gtg.)) *narrows his eyes, his gaze following Galendar. He silently vows to himself to seek Galendar out later before turning once again, walking down the brick path.*

((oops, didn't see this one, sorry for the doub post.)) *turns around, angrily spitting the words* "Yes, G-" *the word is filled with a curse as he sees the incoming blow, he darts to the left, dislodging himself from the man's hand, then sending out a sharp kick to the man's knee while at the same time shooting an elbow at the man's nose in a abrupt arc*

((Lol, true dat, but yeah... No more reforms plz...))

Agreed... I've never had the pleasure of playing as a halfling, but through some RP with them I know they're overall boss RPers and as you said "Don't deserve to be treated like punching bags". Orcs! Hang thy heads in shame!

Congratz Mr. Zez!

Lol, boss advise like a boss :P

A great misfortune that was...

*chuckles lightly hearing Wocket, musing sarcastically to himself about how the authorities made a great choice appointing a woman with no military experience as his superior. The very thought of having to obey a female commander who obviously can't be trusted to hold her own in combat sends hot blood coursing through his body. He shrugs, removing the red sash he wears along with the golden pin of a Gladius. He walks forward, shouldering through his comrades until he stands directly in front of Wocket. He drops the sash at her feet with a dull thud, his face unnervingly passive. He looks down upon the woman, taking a small step backwards in order to lessen the angle in which his neck has to bend to. His arms slowly fold and his lips part as he speaks queitly, his voice radiates power, making no attempt to correct his accent, being as he does so for no one except those he deems worthy of ultimate respect.* "I do believe I won't be needed anymore, Wocket. If I were ye', I'd hit the gym, be a model fer' the men, young lads don't fall happily in line with someone they don't trust ta' stand in their own armour." *points absently with his thumb at the group, having paused in order to watch the confrontation* "There is only so much ye' can do leadin' with words and promises. What really 'ounts is if ye've got the stomach ta' stand alongside the men and fight with 'em. Nothin' speaks louder than a cowardly man. Er... In yer' case woman I s'ppose... Good luck ta' ye', Mi'Lady. Call if ye' need anythin', I'll be around. 'member, experience counts fer' more than anythin' else, if yer' comin' to lead these men with pure book knowledge... Ta' put it lightly... Yer' fawked." *turns his gaze to the Gladiants, saying smoothly* "Been a pleasure, lads." *nods once to the Gladiants, then returning to Wocket, he bows deeply, sarcasm and spite radiating from the gesture. He rises slowly, turning on his heel and walking out of the keep, spitting into the sand of the training field* ((No hard feelings irl btw, my character is 1) Sexist and 2) Really annoyed that you got the job over him with no experience. It wouldn't really make sense for him to stick around even when he's done a lot for the Gladiants. Irl, from the guy formerly in charge to the girl now in charge, good luck, it's harder than it looks... I'll stop by, I'm interested in seeing how this goes! Good luck again, peace :D))

Slightly below 10,000 mina.

I'm pretty much in love with all of this. My favorite parts though would be the ability to put spaces in your RP names (My OCD hated the underscores!) and the optional quotation mark system. Now all I need is the profession system, and I will be content :D.

*grins widely, oblivious to the pain he's caused Erisa* Least I know how to not get my assed kicked constantly.

*looks to Galendar, a coy grin appearing on his face* "And of course there's Galendar... Neither man nor woman." *laughs at his own joke despite himself*

*glances to Galendar, whom is sitting within armslenght of him. He grumbles to him, downing his ale quickly before doing so* "Didn't know ye'd show up to a place like this..."

*mutters to himself hearing Erisa, running a hand through his hair." "Women..."

*walks to the side of Aron's nervous form, standing rigidly in a smart form of attention. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his blade if any threat to Aron is to be unveiled. Hearing the words of the accuser, Zayden's passive expression breaks momentarily, twitching angrily. It can be apparent to those looking closely the tightness at the ends of his lips and the drumming of his fingers on his sword that he is deeply angered, and is ready to speak out against the man demanding for the removal of Aron.*

*walks into the tavern purposefully, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. He strides the the counter, leaning over the surface and glancing at the large man scrubbing dishes with his harsh green eyes. He calls out angrily; "Oi, get me a fawkin' beer before I do it myself, and trust me, ye' don't want that." *eyes bore into the plump and frightened man as he scrambles to fill glass, his anger poorly concealed towards not only the man, but recent events as well* ((Just wanted to kick this off, and sorry for any Meta/Power gaming towards the poor old bartender, just used the image I always picture when I think of one!))

Thanks for the update, I thought the whole plugin change was extremely abrupt when it happened and was pretty much completely thrown off. Thanks for the update so I know at least somwhat of what's going on :D

*scowls deeply, his fingers drumming against the hilt of his sword, though his anger is not directed at the upcoming duel. He glances to Erisa and then back to the knight's fleeting form, he muttering softly under his breath* "Very well, the bastard wants a duel... I'll give 'im a duel." *stares after the knight until he disappears, then shoving his way through the stunned crowd back to his forge, eager to ready himself.*

((Damn, sorry, haven't been on the forums for a while, many apoligies)) *speaks up having recieved a bird at the most annoying of times* My apoligies, in the heat of the moment, we found his requests for your attendance as routes for his escape. There was much criminals around and we were quite paranoid ye' see... As fer' my skills with the sword? I'd say I'm at least adept, and I can keep a level head, which tends to help more than anything.

*chuckles and he pauses with his talks with Galendar and Luna, he calls out to the man, a wide grin playing across his face* "Ye'll get used to it lad! Yer' a Gladiant now!" *looks back to his companions, having a new point of interest to point out to them*

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