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6/25/2025, 8:03:22 PM
A pair of wires send sparks all over the inside of your head as they connect… he’s a Templar, you begin, earning a nod of confirmation from the Skog, has he uh… heard anything about DEMONS lately?
You consider adding ‘small’ and ‘foul-mouthed’ to the description, but abandon the idea when you realize how he might take it! At the mention of the ‘D Word’, Jhairo perks up like a dog that just heard someone touch the kibble bag!
“A worthy question indeed… and regrettably a common one!” Sighs the Templar with a shake of his head! “Ordinarily I wouldn’t dare worry you, friends, but in truth there hath been developments in that regard…”
“D’aAAawwWwwIginndamIshREzzshiee..”
The Templar puts his answer on hold to shoot ‘Miitu’ a look of genuine concern. “Hm?”
She’s uh… she’s just drunk, you laugh, trying to act natural as you fail to keep the sloshed Spinner from climbing through your collar and into your robes! D-demons! What about ‘em!?
“Well…” Jhairo continues, “In truth, and I urge thee to keep this knowledge close to thine bosoms,” Casting a conspiratorial glance around the busy tavern, the Skog does his best to crouch down and become inconspicuous before continuing. It goes about as well as hiding a T-Rex in a Kindergarten.
“Devilry IS afoot, my friends… and steel yourselves well: mine Brothers and I caught one less than a week ago!”
Let me guess, you reply, doing your best to ignore TT making a nest beneath your robe, they escaped?
Jhairo’s HUNKY blue eyes shrink to pinpricks as he stammers a response that could give Flustered Volka a run for her money! “Y-y-y-well, that, erm… m-may very well be… POSSIBLE, that is!”
How?
The Templar now resembles a kid that got caught hitting a baseball through a window. “W-well I can assure thee it had nothing to do with the skills, or lack thereof, of the Mitaaran Templars…” Gulping down a lump forming in his throat, the Skog gives you all a weak smile. “Or the power of our Chanter’s Divine Wards and Seals…”
“Then… what happened?” Asks Volka, the girl now totally enraptured!
“The demon took advantage of a… weakness… in the Temple’s architecture…” He mutters, as if whatever helped Rezzie escape was his fault and his alone, “I can’t say more than that. What’s far more chilling, however, is that the foul wretches that summoned the hellspawn were never located!”
“Actually, we just c-”
“WHOOPS! STUPID TAIL! HOW SILLY OF ME~”
It’s a wonder Morook wasn’t launched into the stratosphere by Volka’s surprise attack, and while the patrons at the table he flew into aren’t too pleased, Jhairo isn’t distracted!
>CONTD.
You consider adding ‘small’ and ‘foul-mouthed’ to the description, but abandon the idea when you realize how he might take it! At the mention of the ‘D Word’, Jhairo perks up like a dog that just heard someone touch the kibble bag!
“A worthy question indeed… and regrettably a common one!” Sighs the Templar with a shake of his head! “Ordinarily I wouldn’t dare worry you, friends, but in truth there hath been developments in that regard…”
“D’aAAawwWwwIginndamIshREzzshiee..”
The Templar puts his answer on hold to shoot ‘Miitu’ a look of genuine concern. “Hm?”
She’s uh… she’s just drunk, you laugh, trying to act natural as you fail to keep the sloshed Spinner from climbing through your collar and into your robes! D-demons! What about ‘em!?
“Well…” Jhairo continues, “In truth, and I urge thee to keep this knowledge close to thine bosoms,” Casting a conspiratorial glance around the busy tavern, the Skog does his best to crouch down and become inconspicuous before continuing. It goes about as well as hiding a T-Rex in a Kindergarten.
“Devilry IS afoot, my friends… and steel yourselves well: mine Brothers and I caught one less than a week ago!”
Let me guess, you reply, doing your best to ignore TT making a nest beneath your robe, they escaped?
Jhairo’s HUNKY blue eyes shrink to pinpricks as he stammers a response that could give Flustered Volka a run for her money! “Y-y-y-well, that, erm… m-may very well be… POSSIBLE, that is!”
How?
The Templar now resembles a kid that got caught hitting a baseball through a window. “W-well I can assure thee it had nothing to do with the skills, or lack thereof, of the Mitaaran Templars…” Gulping down a lump forming in his throat, the Skog gives you all a weak smile. “Or the power of our Chanter’s Divine Wards and Seals…”
“Then… what happened?” Asks Volka, the girl now totally enraptured!
“The demon took advantage of a… weakness… in the Temple’s architecture…” He mutters, as if whatever helped Rezzie escape was his fault and his alone, “I can’t say more than that. What’s far more chilling, however, is that the foul wretches that summoned the hellspawn were never located!”
“Actually, we just c-”
“WHOOPS! STUPID TAIL! HOW SILLY OF ME~”
It’s a wonder Morook wasn’t launched into the stratosphere by Volka’s surprise attack, and while the patrons at the table he flew into aren’t too pleased, Jhairo isn’t distracted!
>CONTD.
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