Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171121050001

(S9/Hound) As his horse bucks bedise him, Eothred stirs. Groaning, he slowly begins to roll over, just in time to see his well-meaning horse almost come down on top of him. Swearing, he rolls sideways just as a pair of hooves come down on where he was only moments before.

"Bloody---ROSIE, IT'S ME!" He shouts, echoing inside his helmet as he scrambles to his feet, shuffling out of her way on the chaos. He yanks a strap on his breastplate tight, cinching it up, before staggering a few steps and looking around. He sees the Amazon and her companions, and gestures emphatically.

"Somebody give me a bloody sword, if you don't mind!" His voice is a shout forced into politeness. He pulls open his drawstring pouch, pulls out a potion, lifts his visor, and downs the concoction with practiced movement, tossing the empty vial aside.