Uthar presses forwards, even under the blows of the cat, grunting at the heavy bruises surely being inflicted through his armour.
"Stay still you blasted beasts."
Hello all, quick apologies here for my recent absence, I have unfortunately recently been placed in a high stress situation for a period of about a month, one of the known symptoms I suffer whiles under high stress is forgetfulness. (This is particularly bad as I already suffer some forgetfulness from Anxiety issues.) This is a quick update that I am post nearly everywhere to let people know that I am back and I will be trying to respond to all my PM's and catch up to all of the forums I am participating in over the next 2-3 days. Apologies in particular to my role-play groups whom I may well have inconvenienced/slowed the pace. Hope to speak to you all real soon! -Nutter
Reginald places the statuette of Dobin on the floor, before somewhat awkwardly telling him to "come back."
Reginald will then attach a muzzle to Dobin, best take precautions with the grass. He'll then take his tools to map out the local area as he can see best he can.
Turning to Dargrin, "I highly doubt its vampire grass" Glancing at the somewhat amusing spectacle of a Deurgar hopping about as he works. "I suspect we would be in alot more trouble by now if it was." When he's done Reginald will mount up. Dobin does not look fased by its armour, and relatively unencumbered by the weight of the gear and Reginald.
Reginald acknowledges the change in duties quietly murmering to the druid "The goats still need milking, else they get angsty." Before plodding towards the stable, his slow gait apparant compared to his otheriwse unusally large size. Quickly he finds what he is looking for, a large stallion which he coaxes into its armour and saddlebags. Unfortunatley himself and the horse are both a tad tall for the corridors, a few "good horse" and "easy nows" are muttered as he makes his way to his quarters to fetch his own supplies, carefully he packs his tools into a bag before placing it into Dobin's saddlebags (Dobin is the stallion). Before making his way, as hastily as one can when they have to hunch down to fit through corridors to the meeting point.
As he enters the room he cracks his neck loudly dispelling the common discomfort of the low ceilings and he coaxes Dobin to lie down. He greets Ba'Ad with a simple "Greetings." Before looking towards his fellows. Being summoned by Ba'Ad he expects they will all have appropriat skills to the tas- good gods he is ugly. That is going to be distracting, and that one seems, energetic? And finally rhe other one seems, tired. Reginald continues with a few more of these these mental observations until Ba'Ad presumable speaks again. Regardless of initial appearances he is looking forward to working with these people.
Otherwise Reginald waits next to his docile companion idly fussing with its ears, and wondering if it'll actually be possible to bring Dobin down or if he'll have to leave his companion aboard the ship. |
