Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20151111215913/@comment-26041296-20151116030727

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Beauhunt III wrote: (It was a futile attempt, so the pen would hit the armor instead, leaving an ink stain. Also, how often are pens used as a weapon? Not often enough. Also, I believe pens are rather rare, so please go with me on this...[This can be used as propoganda later to start a revolution or as a way to build up the story.])  (Oh. You said pin, not pen, so I got confused.)

Jacques's attempts to strike up such a conversation are futile. The other villagers insist that there is nothing out there but freezing cold, barbaric men and monstrous beasts that prowl the dark places of the earth.

The Warden stares at the ink smudge on his armour. "So, you would seek to injure me? To lash out at the man to whom you owe your very existence? Were it not for me, you would not exist. Your parents would not exist. Your bloodline would have been claimed long ago by the wilderness, by the horrors that lumber and crawl and devour civilization. I have created peace, prosperity, and the chance for continued life. And yet, you go about, poking through my personal possessions, and attempt to attack. Perhaps, if you are not grateful for all my gifts to man, I should take them from you." "What life is there in hiding?" Asks the Librarian. "This..." He points over to the general direction of the village, "Is not life. This is just surviving. To live is to thrive. How much joy is in your little 'cell' of a village?" (Why is no one spying on me? This information can cause a revolution.)