Welcome we can always use some extra hands around here all I ask is you don't start arguing over what's for dinner with Krusten and Lionel.
The tough man raises his hand shouting halt to Jonas, his donkey. His beast halts, " My name is Oliron the fearless, you may call me Oli."
I am trained in the arts of warfare, though I long to serve Pelor, god of the sun.
I admit I'm fresh from my parents farm, however I know I am capable in melee battle.
As for dinner, I have rations to spare. Myself, I am sustained. Oliron proceeds to pat the side of Jonas's rump. This seems to comfort Jonas.
Ah, a religious man, that is good, I will have to share some of my own concepts with you soon, but right now there is no time for talk of divinity as we are chasing the orcs.
Oliron laughs heartily, "Ahh this is no problem for me."
I enjoy a good hunt my brother. It feeds my heart like a fresh spring. Jonas can stay here at this farm I'm sure. I will pay the farmer well to watch her, though she is no trouble really. We should make haste, orcs are not quick thinkers but their thoughts are dark and twisted.
Beast watches the newcomer wondering where he appeared from. He sees no orc face so he relaxes his hands.
ooc: Welcome to the game Oliraon.
Namdar, Skedvick and Jenrek, being the fastest of the group due to their agility and lighter armor, strive to make up strides on the westward fleeing orc. The remainder of the party, including the new traveler, face the remaining orc's bowfire, and fire back.
* Also watches the new comer wondering if he can cook as well as he talks. *
I am Krusten, once you are not the typical man we may get a long.
* She flings a glance of contempt at lionel as though to make a point *
Anyway nice to meet you.
* She curtsies briefly so as to not distract too much from the present pursuits *