<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Gregory Smith</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>9 (Smallclothes)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>En route to Newgate City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alistair, Courtney | All<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12890350#msg12890350">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 08-01-2017, 03:00:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Recap</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alistair follows Walo contemplating the weight of the current situation. He slows his step to fall in line next to Gregory. He takes a look around to make sure their conversation is semi private. <br/><br/>"Alot of our fellow 'champions' are either ignoring or dismissing the weight of our current situation. It's dangerous and foolish and we need someone to take on a role of leadership. While many among us have a marked indifference in regards to anything not between someone's legs...my main concern is survival as one cannot fuck when dead." He pauses. "I overheard you say you were military...and it sounds like we may need a soldier to win this battle."</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Before Courtney could give any meaningful response, a voice piped up at his opposite side. He turned to look at the man now walking close beside him, a light, disgruntled grimace etched into his face. This unpleasant expression faded quickly enough, however. He had no issue with the man, but with being approached unaware. Having a conversation butted into was also mildly irritating, but he could let it pass, especially once he took the man's words into account.<br/><br/>The man's thoughts on all the grab-assing struck a chord with him, and although he had to suppress a smirk at the phrase 'one cannot fuck when dead', he found himself in total agreeance.<strong>"True that."</strong>He remarked with a light frown and a nod. A number of the people among them seemed to think this was all a dream or a game; there were maybe even a few frequent acid trippers were with them, but that was all beside the point. Even as a man freshly freed after over two years of imprisonment, the titillating sights of naked bodies weren't enough to rob him of caution or care.<br/><br/>A frown set upon his face when his military background was brought up. He wondered how much had been overheard. This, unsurprisingly, led to the whole point of this conversation being revealed. The man wanted him to lead this motley crew into the dangers of battle, against strange and horrifying monsters. He had the feeling a few of them would run off the second they saw such a creature, Charlotte being the prime example. She seemed kind and sweet, but a fighter, she was not. At least not in spirit.<strong>"Leading them would be like herding cats..."</strong>He commented loud enough for both individuals at his sides to hear as he fixed them both with a light, sardonic smile.<strong> "But you are right. If it's not done, people will die. Simple as that." </strong><br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a few moments in thought, but was interrupted from this as another newcomer showed up. He turned to see another elven woman, one with something huge swinging between her legs and something sticky in her hair. He released a very long breath before speaking again, his voice now bellowing loud enough for all compatriots to hear.<strong> "We need a system to catch late arrivals up, it looks like. Charlotte. You have that first aid...pouch, right? Can you see to her legs?" </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Okay, people, here's the rub."</strong>He said with a stony expression.<strong>"For those who don't know, I'm Greg. Hi. Now we were dumped in this land at a major disadvantage in a fight we didn't sign up for, by a God none of us knows. In case you haven't thought of it, leaving this group is an option, but you'd be lost in a foreign world you do not understand. From what I've been hearing, a number of you aren't familiar with combat procedure in the slightest. I was a soldier before, and I do have training that can and will prove useful. I doubt any of us really want to fight whatever monstrosities are ahead-- except Tim, maybe. He can shoot fuckin' fireballs."</strong>He spared the man in question a grin.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyway, what we need to do is discover what crazy skills we all learned when we were summoned here. They are what will keep us alive. We need to make sense of our composition, go over tactics, and learn to work together as a unit. In the end, though, nothing substitutes experience, and none of us has any when it comes to this place."</strong>He paused for a moment, seemingly finished, but made the decision to say one final piece.<strong>"There's one last thing you all should know. Dying ain't an option. You may think this is all fake; that you can die here and wake up in the 'real world'. There's even a possibility that's true, but I promise you, that is not worth testing out."</strong>