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[Sirus]

Meanwhile, back at the campfire:

"H--how do I feel...?"
To say Gregor was dumbstruck would be the understatement of the year. His heart leapt into his throat and began racing at a thousand beats per minute while his brain ran scenario after scenario, trying to find the best words. Eventually however, he decided to tell the simple "truf":

"Charlotte, I...well, I think I've fallen in love with you." He was only dimly aware of the presence of everyone else; the entire world seemed like it had shrank down to just her and him, and he couldn't look away from her eyes. "I want to stay by your side, whether its for a month or a year or longer still. If we have to make our own destiny, like you've said before...well, I wouldn't mind sharing as much of it as I can...with you."

He waited for her response, hardly daring to breathe. Would she feel the same way? Would she reject him? Did it come out too awkwardly, like some badly written novel?
Well, whatever the case, he refused to look away.

[freeformschooler]

"Charlotte, I...well, I think I've fallen in love with you." He was only dimly aware of the presence of everyone else; the entire world seemed like it had shrank down to just her and him, and he couldn't look away from her eyes. "I want to stay by your side, whether its for a month or a year or longer still. If we have to make our own destiny, like you've said before...well, I wouldn't mind sharing as much of it as I can...with you."

: "..."

: "SCORE ONE FOR GREGLOTTE! All your others guys are now sad an loneyly compar to me an greggor. Relatinship Upgrade!"

[Sirus]

Gregor was stunned for a moment, before he broke out laughing. Charlotte was a weird one, alright! Still, at least he finally revealed his feelings, and he was almost positive she felt the same way after all. They'd have plenty of time to work things out a little more seriously later.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1d8 = 6

He spun the bottle once more, and it ended up pointing at Tantallos.

: "Alright mister druid person, your turn. What is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?"

[Gamerboy4life]

"Wait, shit- we were supposed to keep score!? I didn't get the message! Someone get me a piece of papyrus and a stick of charcoal- I need to start keeping tabs!" Seyena said sarcastically.

[Xanmyral]

@Brawl

Hah, a good hi-"this is gonna hu"-CLRACK! While the wyvern rider might debatably be stronger than the knight, he can't exactly hold a candle to the man's armor, size, or endurance, and with momentum and a distracted opponent what happened next wasn't exactly unexpected.

If anyone ever wondered what a man might look like if thrown by some strange force, Salvatore would of solved that wonder in that moment, Ormm's eyes tracking its rider and his arc. There was a loud thud as the man hit the snowy ground, landing on his back. Sal laid there for a moment, dazed, before he pushed himself in a sitting position, looking at Alex. Then promptly busted out laughing.

Spoiler: Spoiler for drama, rest of post in here (click to show/hide)

"Ahahaha, well Oi'll be damned, tha was ah good hit! Knocked me clean off mah feet! Think yer the only other thin' ta get me in the air 'sides Ormm 'ere!" The man joked in a good nature, before seeing his helmet laying on the ground in front of him. His smile quickly disappeared.

The rider quickly grabbed it and slammed it back on his head, paused for a second before coughing. "Roight, think yah won tha bout... Eh... Don' tell the others, yeah?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Hmm? The most embarrassing..?"

"Well..during a reunion with other shamans, I may have liked one in specific. And while we were talking, we ended up destroying a good part of the meeting room with dark spells during our conversation. We had to fix it all, I guess it took a week, if not more. I do not regret that at all."

He rolled the bottle and waited.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1d6= 3. Oh, better try again as Scap is not around; 1d6= 1

"Ok, sentinel person, time to ask you something too. If you actually stood face to face with the messenger of the undead, what would you say or how would you react?"

[Sirus]

: "...What kind of conversations involve black magic being flung all over the place? Sounds more like a fight to me."

[Praefectus Screptum]

: "...What kind of conversations involve black magic being flung all over the place? Sounds more like a fight to me."

"Love is a mystery, sentinel person. It can make you feel like destroy things around you that are not even related to the conversation. Now lets hear your answer."

[Sirus]

: "You shamans have a strange way of expressing love. Anyway, what is a "messenger of the undead"?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"According to the books, he is the one who visits the kingdoms to see their progress and lead the locked souls into freedom. He is also the "voice" of the Plague Dragon. The book says he is pretty much a giant skeleton in a armor, think about a dead general above our normal height. Oh, he also asks people to sing, funny, is not it?"

[Sirus]

: "Well, that doesn't give me much to go on, does it?"

Gregor thought for a moment.

: "Well, if I came face to face with something like that I'd probably panic a little. Then, depending on if it wanted to hurt me or whatever, I'd either fight it or go about my business."

: "I would not sing. My sister was--is the only one in the family who could do that. My turn now."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1d8 = 8! Free choice!

This time, the bottle pointed towards Seyena.

: "Oh good, I've been wanting to ask this question for a while. If you could have anything in the world in exchange for never flying again, would you do it and if so what would you take in exchange?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"I guess he would convince you to sing."

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena stared at the ground, troubled.
"There are only a few things I would trade for flight... even so..."

She took a deep breath.

"I keep the clouds. _{I shouldn't change the past, no matter how much I want to.}"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Y'r spin, S'yena,"

Chris said, taking another drink.

[Gamerboy4life]

"Oh. Yeah, nearly forgot."

With a flick of the wrist, she spun the bottle.

1d8 = 5

And it pointed towards her.

"Damn it."

1d8 = 1

"I have no idea for a question... uh- Gregor, if you had to trade in your lance for a sword or an axe, which would you choose?"

(And now I can sleep)