((@-Tepe: Don't be so harsh on the guy/gal, she's/he's new after all, probably hasn't even read the rules thread.
@-Rachel_Ewok: Despite BKK's bluntness, he has a point - even though I pretty much said the same thing - I'd suggest you follow this link, and read the rules thread: LINK!
@-Myself: Post you moron!!!))
"Those who want to go, let's go. Those who want to stay and make friends, go ahead and stay here. I frankly want this all done with so I don't have to look at any of your faces again for a hopefully long time,"
the bard elf said.
"I have to agree there. I'm coming," 'Seth'
said, not taking his harsh eyes off of the young elf scout for one moment. But soon he did break his long stare, for he had to turn away and begin moving down the path after his friend, and the centaur, or else they might lose them.
"I'm going now, Icarian has a tendency to forget there are people following him," 'Seth'
told the others, moving down the path, and fading into the darkness of night.
Icarian stopped suddenly as he was going down the path, he didn't like the way things were looking, the cart tracks were going a bit too linear, they were, what he would call it, being predictable. The Dryad turned completely around and began walking back in the direction he'd came, passing the centaur he knew had been following him. And then, he stopped, staring down at the ground he motioned the centaur over.
"Tell me, what's this look like to you," Icarian said, pointing at the slight disturbances that only a scout could spot in the grass.