prepare for happy murder fun time
Rolland hisses out
"Excelllent."
Bounce around boredly. If I spot anyone who isn't in the Legion and is thus collateral damage, have a bit of stabbity fun on their toes until it's time to go or whatever. If there's no one like that around, then obsessively check the edges on all my knives.
You two engage in a contest of snarling, knife sharpening, ominousness. (2)v(1) you both lose.
The beast is a small, red drake. It has a single pair of legs, a long, lithe, body, and a single pair of wings with a span of about twelve feet. overall, it is about the size of a small horse. It has clearly been modified - there are brass fittings along it's neck, and it's back is humped with a single, large, drumlike brass fixture of some kind. From the front, it kinda looks like it houses a fan inside? Look at what's in front of me. Growl a bit and try to clear some space.
((Roger. Okay if I make commands non-specific things like this? Or would you prefer something else?))
((this is fine. However, feel free to actually respond to the various commands individually. Let's get a feel for how you guys are gonna interact, so i can put you all ina shipping container and drop you into port.))
You see arrayed before you:
A half man half goat thingy. (3) It doesn't make a command. It just sort of stands there looking at you.
A fishy smelling legged shark. (1)It backs away pretty hastily, dropping the small bit of meat it had into the dirt.
a small, frail human being. it smells of food. people food, not drake food. This one, despite the obvious smell of fear, stand up, steps forward, extends a hand with a chunk of meat in it, and says clearly "Come." You recognize that as a command to move to the little guy.
A larger, rounder human. It carries the scent of smoke, and other, less pleasant smells. (5) this one looks at you with an air of authority and barks out his command: "Come."
A smaller human. She feels 'divided in nature.' She stands her ground, but issues no commands. she seems interested in the process, though.
Of to the side, a small metal thing, shaped like a human child, and a human with the smell of sulfur argue loudly, waving sharp things at each other, but not actually hitting each other.