<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Luke<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Macedon(stopped along the road)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lloyd(&Dirge), Brochfael<br/><hr/><br/>"If you crave chess that more closely resembles real war, there is always the speed chess I played with my mentor, you had three seconds to make your move or forfeit that turn and 'suffer the consequences of indecision' as he would say." Luke spoke with a small chuckle at memories of being absolutely destroyed the first several games he'd played in that fashion, as well as some of the zanier 'varieties' of 'chess' the mentor had cooked up.<br/><br/><br/>"Don't worry If it is a game in the spirit of friendship and to pass the time I will not try any early first moves victory, not for our first several matches at least, though I am a bit rust as well to tell the truth." As he spoke he sat down beside Dirge and started to scratch his belly, hoping suddenly, after he had already started, that the wyvrn did not have a similar response as a dog when scratched in the right spot, and wind up inadvertently scratching the hell out of Luke from a reflex reaction.