twelfth saga
[action for anyone in the Boy Scouts!]
[After attempting to weasel out of it for weeks, Thorfinn has finally given up and decided that he might as well try to get something useful out of the Scouts. Shuffling in his ill-fitting and highly uncomfortable uniform, Thorfinn glares at his assembled scouts- mostly drones, although any young boy PCs may have slipped in. Thorfinn doesn't really care!
He exhales deeply in what appears to be a mix between a sigh and a growl. At his side is a rather terrified-looking rabbit.] Alright. This is a complete godforsaken waste of time.
You are all weak. Soft. Useless. You've lived a life of luxury in this town, or wherever you came from. Nothing I do will fix that.
I am told that the purpose of this group is to make boys into men. This is not going to happen. Nothing short of a real war will teach soft, pathetic children like you what it means to be a warrior.
...But I will teach you a few things. Maybe you'll learn to make use of them. Probably not. I don't care.
First lesson: hunting. I'm going to show you how to skin a rabbit. [Swiftly, and without waiting for a response, he picks up the rabbit with one hand and slits its throat with the other.]
[action for anyone in the park]
[Anyone passing by will see a rather perplexed and frustrated Thorfinn surrounded by a circle of crying drone Boy Scouts, a dead rabbit in his hands.]
I hate this place.
[action for Arslan]
[Thorfinn leans against a tree, fully changed back into his typical Viking rags. He lets a finger run over the blade of his knife; after a day like today, all he can think about is getting a good fight in.]
[After attempting to weasel out of it for weeks, Thorfinn has finally given up and decided that he might as well try to get something useful out of the Scouts. Shuffling in his ill-fitting and highly uncomfortable uniform, Thorfinn glares at his assembled scouts- mostly drones, although any young boy PCs may have slipped in. Thorfinn doesn't really care!
He exhales deeply in what appears to be a mix between a sigh and a growl. At his side is a rather terrified-looking rabbit.] Alright. This is a complete godforsaken waste of time.
You are all weak. Soft. Useless. You've lived a life of luxury in this town, or wherever you came from. Nothing I do will fix that.
I am told that the purpose of this group is to make boys into men. This is not going to happen. Nothing short of a real war will teach soft, pathetic children like you what it means to be a warrior.
...But I will teach you a few things. Maybe you'll learn to make use of them. Probably not. I don't care.
First lesson: hunting. I'm going to show you how to skin a rabbit. [Swiftly, and without waiting for a response, he picks up the rabbit with one hand and slits its throat with the other.]
[action for anyone in the park]
[Anyone passing by will see a rather perplexed and frustrated Thorfinn surrounded by a circle of crying drone Boy Scouts, a dead rabbit in his hands.]
I hate this place.
[action for Arslan]
[Thorfinn leans against a tree, fully changed back into his typical Viking rags. He lets a finger run over the blade of his knife; after a day like today, all he can think about is getting a good fight in.]