Post by kinok on Oct 6, 2017 9:25:40 GMT -5
KiNok stood upon a rock and surveyed the land with a wooden staff in his clawed hands. "Nice looking staff you got there mage. So how often do you polish it at night?" At that comment the mage pulled back the hood of his robes and turned to look at the dragon like creature the size of a horse behind him. "I have you know I do not polish it at night. It is made from iron wood and bears the polished amber of a elder green from the oldest tree in the forests of." At that Crag grunted and started to rub his behind on a tree causing it to creek under the stress.
"Bah, trees are trees, the only thing I find them good for is scratching my arse, or bracing up a lass for a romp." At that the dragon creature let out another deep laugh. "Why are we out here again? This is venture of yours is boring." KiNok sighed at the hired muscle he found in a tavern. The mage found Crag was not the sharpest tool in the shed and terribly crude in nature. But the skin walker was incredibly strong and that was useful for him.
"I recently came upon a manuscript from the days of the ancient riders. There is a old rider outpost up here and there is something in there I want." KiNok said. "With any luck we wont run into a Urgal hunting party or monsters." Crag sat like a dog and scratched at his jawline and said. "Let them come, I will cast there broken bodies down the mountainside." Crag said with cocky arrogance. "How do you even know if the outpost is still there, probably all just a crumbling pile of rubble."
KiNok never got a chance to reply as Crag stopped scratching himself. "Not that any of it matters. Its your coin, do whatever you want spell flinger." Out of the vast wilds of the spine a distant horn could be heard being blown. "Urgals....." KiNok grumbled and hopped off the rock. "We better keep going."
