Oscare stands, once again, lonesome in the heart of Sagolii Desert. Byregot's Strike, to be more exact. Crossing his arms, he briefly reviews himself of the past few days and events. The grief he's caused for Jancis, the trouble he spiraled down on Hornet.
And Crofte's attitude yesterday was definitely not something he expected from Crofte. She almost seemed violent to the poor Kage. It's as if the continent just flipped itself upside down, or if Oscare is just in that bad of a condition as he hoped he wouldn't be. This bow thief was getting to him. Soon enough, he'd lose the little humanity and sanity left of him.Â
The sand brushes his face and litters his hair. His goggles defending his eyes from the small particles. The sooner he can get his bow back, the better off he can be. He can move in and actually help others.
That Kage, boy, though. "Something's up with him. I wonder what."
And Crofte's attitude yesterday was definitely not something he expected from Crofte. She almost seemed violent to the poor Kage. It's as if the continent just flipped itself upside down, or if Oscare is just in that bad of a condition as he hoped he wouldn't be. This bow thief was getting to him. Soon enough, he'd lose the little humanity and sanity left of him.Â
The sand brushes his face and litters his hair. His goggles defending his eyes from the small particles. The sooner he can get his bow back, the better off he can be. He can move in and actually help others.
That Kage, boy, though. "Something's up with him. I wonder what."
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
