Ego

"If they're just friends, why protect them? If they have done no wrong, why defend them?" I smiled at the bullywug. "I would speak to these friends of yours. If ...

"Unfortunately, Croak, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Your life depends on giving us information. Those hunting us killed my father, and have taken various others captive. ...

I discretely leaned back onto one foot, balancing myself better as the bullywug approached me. I raised the tip of my sword a few inches, prevenitng him from coming any ...

Thank you, Nate. THANK YOU for trying this out.

I looked back and forth from the bullywug to Valin, barely able to stifle a chuckle. "Leave him be, far as I can see, he has done nothing but defend ...

I laughed as I stepped out into the sun, looking at the odd creature before me. "Problems with the local frog king, Ma'Lar? Stand down, this creature is no threat ...

I nodded silently at Ma'Lar as he walked out of the bar. "Come on, Valin, we better take care of our half breed companion," I said loudly to the sellsword, ...

I quickly moved and backhanded the half elf on his blindside, knocking him away from the innocent barkeep. The crimson steel of my gauntlets crushed into his face, sending him ...

I laughed grmily at the Griffin's statement. father would not have been taken alive. He was the last Avatar of Retribution; he would fight till no breath issued from his ...

(he fixed his action, Dan...) I looked at Valin, and expression of distaste obvious on my face. "Sneaking in shadows may work for you, sellsword, but I'm sure this enemy ...

Seraph I stared at the Half Breed, and at the blade in his hand. "Well met then. It seems we have a common foe." I looked to each perosn individually, ...

I slowly walked away from the barkeep, embarassed by my rash actions. I slipped my dagger back into its sheath, and strode back over to the table, where my own ...

Dono, I think that's already a theory in psychology, with different names for each one, but the same ideas ... *shrugs* oh well, not everything can be original. *I* thought ...

Seraph I chuckled at the mercenary's joke, pulling up a chair of my own to his table. Pouring myself a goblet of ale, I clapped a fist to my chest ...

"Aye, we have healers," the man's voice was soft and melodic, but his words carried the same weight and fierceness as Marrek's. He was obviously a leader. He reached a ...