"As you wish, my lord." The crocodile replied although there was a slight trace of sarcasm and disrespect in his tone. He then turned around and followed Rummag through the camp to where his "chambers" would be located.
He didn't expect much from a small time warlord, and it wasn't much he got. A medium sized tent close to the one of the warlord himself. The interior was... spartan to put it simple. Although Cipactli didn't approve the lack of comfort, it would suit him for as long as he had to stay here to restoke his supplies.
Post by LordStripetail on Aug 23, 2006 11:03:20 GMT -5
"You are located at a high point in the surrounding area' Darlan said, sounding a salesman who is trying to spin a dilapidated house by pointing out that the lawn is well-tended. "It could be worse. You could have had to stay with the rest of us..."
"As long as it is fun, I take anything I can get." Cipactli replied with a grin on his face. "But seriously, why would it be that bad to stick with the rest of you? Are you just a bunch of smelly, low living cut throats or something like that?"
He started to wander around his new tent. "As much as I hate to admit it, but you seem to be much to intelligent for such a... level."
Post by LordStripetail on Aug 23, 2006 11:17:46 GMT -5
I Recieved a good education. A old squirrell taught me many things..' Darlan said. 'I didn't expct that I'd become a simple vermin, bound to a warlord. I aimed for better things...But those things are forever out of reach now..."
Post by LordStripetail on Aug 23, 2006 11:34:46 GMT -5
Yeah. And don't say anything about this Rummag. we take this to our graves..' He said to looking at Rummag. "You know what the price would be of Scarback found out.. Anyway...I hope someday to go out on my own, and try to make something out of my life. I owe my old teacher that much.."
Post by LordStripetail on Aug 24, 2006 12:25:36 GMT -5
" We are not your servants Seer." darlan said in reply. "We will get you some food, but we are not at your beck and call" He turned and waked out of the tent.. but not before giving Rummag a telling glance which said "This guy has some nerve"
Cipactli watched them go with an unemotional face. He then slowly lifted his clawed hand and opened it up. Slowly, the scales of his claw changed their colour. They became brighter with each passing moment.
Not long after, his claw was surrounded by a soft glow which slowly started to head upwards until it formed a small sphere above his clawed hand. "You will be, after I'm done with you, my boy." He said quietly, a smile spreading on his face.
Post by LordStripetail on Aug 24, 2006 12:45:50 GMT -5
(Thanks that's clears things up... Darlam walked down the hill into the camp, still shaking his head. 'I hope he doesn't become as demanding as our previous seer. The boss finally had to execute him because he demanded too much.." He said quietly to himself as he reached the town.
Rummag nodded. "Yeah, but I'll think we have to see for ourselves." He replied, then sighed deeply. "I'm just glad when this is all over, you know. Once we got that damn mountain, things might start to smooth down again." He snickered and ensured that nobody was close enough to listen to them. "Maybe we're lucky and Scarback gets killed. And while they start to tear each other apart for the position of a warlord, we could get away."