Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171022125250/@comment-25808351-20171023184004

(S9/Flame) Roxanne watches perplexed as Xinderas marches past without word, but her attention is soon returned to Sheba. Meanwhile Marcus thinks on the question presented to him. He crosses his arms and taps his foot as he does.

"What ridiculous things has she requested? Hmmmmm.... Well there was the time she demanded a jar of pickles, the most insane was she demanded at three in the morning that I get her thirty four boxes of milk chocolate. I had to break into the local sweet shop and make off a quarter of their stock. Ah well, I left them the money to pay for it all, plus a little extra for the damaged door." He chuckles.

"And they were delicious!" Samia adds.

"Yeah I been fightin for a long time. Little over a hundred years now. Me and Marco were a bunch of scraps. Sabotages, frontline combat, bodyguard shit and gladiatorial fights. My most known story is the battle of Blundusky creek. Me and Marco were campin under a tree at this creek a few days south of Zahmaria. While we were eatin some food and drinkin ale, a massive contingent of Order troops were makin their way to outpost not far away. They saw us and wanted to arrest on suspicion of being spies." Kurga crosses her arms and exhales some smoke before continuing.

"Needless to say that Marc and I weren't spending no time in a cell. So we fought em. We took on four or five hundred guys and barely broke a sweat. We then bolted out of there before reinforcements showed up. Even though we won it sucked in the end. I was about to score with Marcus till them assholes showed up. Talk about cock blocking." She scoffs.