Fourm Roleplay

"well my dear freind ark unless you have a night pass issued by me then your all out after curfew and i can shoot you for that!"

"You know I'm not one to mince words, so I'll tell it straight. You shoot any one of us, you sign for your own death. There would still be two of us left, and one of you. Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be, shall we?" Ark tenses a bit, one hand going towards his shoulder.

She grabbed her brother and Ark's arms and pulled them out of the tavern jogging back to the palace.

"That was....for the best. Thank you." Ark continues jogging back, taking a look over his shoulder to make sure that they are not being followed.

Name: Jungler
Age:32
Gender: Male
Description: Not dying, if that's a skill. Has trouble with basic skills sometimes, i.e. reading, writing, etc.
He also has fur.
Race: Unknown.

Jungler notices them, walks towards them and asks: "Any of you know where I can bathe myself?" As he says this, his strange odor becomes much more noticeable.