Huh...? Im not level 2? I thought I was, sorry. I'll do that.
I'm level 2. I just have to input my AC. I missed it, I'll fix it now.
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'I really hope they are all planning on dropping the charade now and attacking these people, we need to act while we can...' Ven stayed to the back of the group, glaring at the bandits. 'Brave but stupid girl, I hope she knows what she is doing!'
"Yes dreams have meaning, but not all dreams. Mine surely can't... rotten dancing rats."
All ya'll arguing and jawin and I'm just sitting here eatin my biscuit and playing with my dino. Also being bitter and planning to murder our benefactor but that is just something we are all thinking I would imagine. ;)
Venthrus glared at the back of the Professors head, cursing the man in every language he knew, planning every cruel and evil removal of the man from life itself. He growled and followed on silently, choosing to bide his time. The Inn Venthrus sighed and shook his head, putting his hand in to his pocket and moving over to a table in a dark corner. He pulled out his small purse and began to count, setting the coinage in to small stacks. Small being one, and coins being two, both silver and both practically useless. He shrugged and scooped the coins off of the tabletop and slipped them in to his pocket, before pulling a lump of hard tack from his pack and beginning to gnaw on it, as he stared around. 'When I grow up I'm gonna own a place like this.' he thought, as he frowned, rubbing dust off of the table distastefully. 'And burn it to the ground!' His eyes flicked to the Professor and his friends. "With the place packed to the f@&@in rafters..."
Frowning, Ven turns to stare out in to the trees as they walk. "Well that is dark. I appreciate dark. I'm Venthrus. My parents called me Ven. Call me anything you f@!$ing like, it doesn't matter to me."
As the young solemn female passes comment at him shouting he glared, "Oh to hells with it helping or not, this place is filthy, we are all unwanted rats and we work for the worst man in the world. We all may as well be dead!" He sighed and seemed to deflate slightly, much of the anger leaving his face. "Ahm, I didn't mean that... not the unwanted rats part or the horrible place or Professor part. Just the dead part. Ah to hells with it all..." He lapses in to a sullen silence as he carefully treads his way around the puddle, making sure to keep as clean as possible.
"This whole place is filthy. The countryside is disgusting!" Ven growled, shaking his hands at the sky. "Curse the gods for putting me in such a situation. May they strike me down now as a kindness!" He tossed his head back, causing his dark waist length dreadlocks to thud heavily against his cured hide armour. As the boisterous young Fighter runs by him Ven pulls back with a shouted, "OI DON'T SPLASH ME WITH THAT MUCK" 'This isn't for me. Why did I agree to come here? Why did I do what that bloody vile man asked?" He glared around him, staying to the back of the group. As he walked along there came a rustling in the underbrush beside him. He stared at the bush for a long time, tense, sure he was about to be attacked, before out of the bush bursts a small blue dinosaur, who launches himself on to the young boy and scurries up his body to perch upon his shoulder. "By the nine hells Vector, you scared me. Bloody reptile, you probably have me covered in mud now too. No more wandering!" He gripped the spear he had been instructed to buy and hurried after the others, hoping to get to their destination quicker if at all possible.
Sorry, long weekend. Ven is ready to go. I'll have a post up this evening. :)
Oh look how I quiver in my boots. From your halitosis I mean. Hey all. :)
"Oh, so you chose me to suffer and be miserable? Oh I guess HERE is where I thank you?" "... I hope you know I pray for your death regularly Professor!"
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