"As tall and strong as he is dimwitted. His heart's in the right place, but... his brain probably isn't."
- Skrall, Argonian mercenary and bodyguard.
- Heavy armor and weapon specialist; warhammer is preferred.
- Clumsy oaf that likes to smash things.
#SkyrimRP#DnDRP
"As tall and strong as he is dimwitted. His heart's in the right place, but... his brain probably isn't."
- Skrall, Argonian mercenary and bodyguard.
- Heavy armor and weapon specialist; warhammer is preferred.
- Clumsy oaf that likes to smash things.
#SkyrimRP#DnDRP
He tapped his chin thoughtfully. His eyes widened with excitement as he sat up straight.
"You're queen. Skrall fights for you. That makes Skrall... knight, right?"
Skrall listened closely, trying to make heads or tails of the answer. He didn't know what a liege was, or who the Chimera Alliance were, but he 𝘥𝘪𝘥 know what a queen was. At the mention of the word, he nodded with understanding.
"Queen... very important."
"Lord Warden, hm?" Skrall mused, "fancy, like royalty. Princess?"
He glanced her over, clearly as deep in thought as he could manage.
"Princess of... who?"
@AshfeldWarden
He devoured the other half in an equally quick snap, and rose from his seat with a satisfied grunt. He slung his axe over his shoulder, and flashed the warden a crooked-tooth grin of genuine contentment.
"Where to? Cold, soon."
Hm. Skrall understood the word 'no' well enough, and withdrew his hand. He looked down at the toad; his hand tingled a little, but it didn't 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.
Well, if she didn't want any-.
Skrall unhinged his sharp-toothed maw and snapped down on it, cleaving it in twain.
↖ as an Argonian he is, thankfully, resistant to poisons and most diseases. As a result, he has no idea what either of those are, and doesn't understand other species can be afflicted with such ailments.
He squinted at the pretty lady's big words. Does... does she want it? He leans forward, extending the croaking critter toward her.
"Hungry?" He asked, his gravely voice tentative with concern.
"Pois-. Poisee-. Pois-uh-."
He's struggling a bit with the word.
He reaches a large clawed hand down and seizes the toad, squeezing it tight to ensure it can't wriggle away. He turns to the warden, showing her the writhing creature.
"Pretty."
It was, indeed, bright yellow.
An affirmative grunt from her Argonian traveling companion. He is seated on a stump, using the handle of his axe to poke at a particularly large toad.
"Pretty forest, lots to eat."