As you sneak down the walk towards the Eastern tower you can see a patrol of guards walking towards you while talking, you can hear a few words about noise, horses and incompetence. They haven’t seen you yet.
Rotterharn hides in one of the barrels. The guards footsteps draw closer and they come into sight, they are engrossed in their conversation and dont see you hiding behind the barrels. They continue on to the opposite side of the wall.
”Phew, that was close.” Rotterharn says as he sticks his head out of the barrel.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ogrulla is sitting on a hill at the outskirts of town. She holds a yellow flower in her clawed fingers. In one fiery breath it drifts away in a cloud of ash.
*from your right, you hear coughing and turn to see a hooded figure caught in the ash cloud*
You making a campfire over there?*wheezy cough*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Rotterharn crawls onto one of the branches directly above the wall and drops down.
Flint follows him
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
As you sneak down the walk towards the Eastern tower you can see a patrol of guards walking towards you while talking, you can hear a few words about noise, horses and incompetence. They haven’t seen you yet.
Flint looks for cover to hide behind
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He can see a few barrels that won’t be useful under close inspection but can shield him from a passing look.
Flint hides behind the barrels
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Rotterharn hides in one of the barrels. The guards footsteps draw closer and they come into sight, they are engrossed in their conversation and dont see you hiding behind the barrels. They continue on to the opposite side of the wall.
”Phew, that was close.” Rotterharn says as he sticks his head out of the barrel.
'I know, right!' he whispers
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Let’s nab some armour and use a helmet to hide our faces. Do you think they’ll notice how short I am?”
'Nah, I kinda doubt it. Then again, they might notice, it is pretty obvious'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Hmmm, maybe if I put stuff in my boots I’ll look taller.” He walks towards the barracks whistling happily.
'Yeah, better get ya some stilts or something'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Remember, if we act like we belong here people won’t question it.”
*Got to go cya*
*hey*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ogrulla is sitting on a hill at the outskirts of town. She holds a yellow flower in her clawed fingers. In one fiery breath it drifts away in a cloud of ash.
*from your right, you hear coughing and turn to see a hooded figure caught in the ash cloud*
You making a campfire over there?*wheezy cough*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The hulking figure covered in shawls and rags turns to you, "Who are you?" she says bluntly in her rough voice.
A traveler.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Any destination?"