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- Dec 11, 2012
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(I tried something like this once before but it died off sooner than I would have liked, so I'm going to give it another shot. Open for three to four slots right now for women, but the number of open positions for this may change as it goes on. Third person is preferred please. It's what I'm used to and what I like. On top of that. I want anyone who joins to throw up a sample piece of what is happening with their character in this start like so before I confirm it and we start this. I really prefer some good grammar too please. It doesn't have to be perfect, just decent.)
"AAarr...." A raspy old voice growled off somewhere to Aaron's left. "...warss are indeed a nashty bushinessh." His head felt as if it might split open in the middle of their camp as the old mans slurred speech hit his ears. The effect his voice had combined with the smoke from their fire and the smell of ale and sweat in the air brought on a headache that when mixed with the nervous attitude of the rest of the new soldiers, it made him stomach lurch. "I've sheen warss between two kingdomsss...that ish bad." He hiccuped sharply and took another drink from his dented metal mug. "...but three kingdomsh?" He tried to whistle at the end of his sentence, attempting to leave open an awkward air for the people around him, yet when he failed to do anything other than blow loudly through drunken lips, everyone else who had tasted the ale burst into laughter at him.
"Sho...boy!" The elder man exclaimed after another drink to calm his jiggling belly. "Are yah ready for the morning?" Aaron gave him a curt nod and the old man chuckled slightly. "No...boy. I mean, yar to be fighting next to me tomorrow. I want to know if yah can shwing yar sword at another and be prepared for what will happen." Their part of the camp went quiet as the old man lowered his mug to stare down Aaron.
"I will manage." The young blonde man managed to surprise himself when he spoke. His vibrant blue eyes locked onto the closest fire as he listened to his own voice echo in his mind. His tone had been soft when he spoke, not hardened like the rest of the fighters had been.
"Mmm..." The old man groaned softly and leaned back in the seat that had been set up for him. "Thish war wass has been kept going by three different promishesh...Repent, Revenge, or Jushtishe. Our 'great' king hath promished repentanshe for our shinsh...what did you do, boy?"
"I finally found a tent to sleep in." Aaron grumbled low enough so the old man wouldn't hear him. He was getting sick of listening to this. "I am to retire for the night. I will meet with you in the morning with my sword in hand." Unfortunately neither Aaron's abrupt departure nor his answers seemed to sit well with the old man, so naturally the first thing the drunken old man did was turn to the closest wench.
"Find shomeone to make shure hiss 'mind iss clear' for the morning." He winked at the girl before gesturing for a refill on his drink.
"Sho...boy!" The elder man exclaimed after another drink to calm his jiggling belly. "Are yah ready for the morning?" Aaron gave him a curt nod and the old man chuckled slightly. "No...boy. I mean, yar to be fighting next to me tomorrow. I want to know if yah can shwing yar sword at another and be prepared for what will happen." Their part of the camp went quiet as the old man lowered his mug to stare down Aaron.
"I will manage." The young blonde man managed to surprise himself when he spoke. His vibrant blue eyes locked onto the closest fire as he listened to his own voice echo in his mind. His tone had been soft when he spoke, not hardened like the rest of the fighters had been.
"Mmm..." The old man groaned softly and leaned back in the seat that had been set up for him. "Thish war wass has been kept going by three different promishesh...Repent, Revenge, or Jushtishe. Our 'great' king hath promished repentanshe for our shinsh...what did you do, boy?"
"I finally found a tent to sleep in." Aaron grumbled low enough so the old man wouldn't hear him. He was getting sick of listening to this. "I am to retire for the night. I will meet with you in the morning with my sword in hand." Unfortunately neither Aaron's abrupt departure nor his answers seemed to sit well with the old man, so naturally the first thing the drunken old man did was turn to the closest wench.
"Find shomeone to make shure hiss 'mind iss clear' for the morning." He winked at the girl before gesturing for a refill on his drink.
