i [No folk of the Hinterlands, your eyes do not deceive you, there is indeed a man who looks half-Avvar launching himself at a bear. Unfortunately he has his shirt on because he’s not losing nipples to frostbite thanks but it’s only after he and the bear go hurtling into deep snow with plenty of growling from both of them but the bear sounds to be the more hurt out of them.]
Right then, time for you to bugger off back to wherever you’ve come from.
[Do you assist? Do you simply watch? Just stick around, it might get pretty damn impressive. Or pet that big old scarred mabari, good old Bronson’s a gentle soul deep down.]
iii [The supply wagon is technically his own and it’s got a massive druffalo pulling it along as one burly man stands guard with his faithful mabari, two-handed axe in hand. The rest of his company have fanned out to find whoever is shooting at them but any assistance is appreciated. When he spots someone approaching, he whistles sharply and jerks his head.]
If you can fight lend us a hand, if not then get behind me and the lad and under the wagon for the moment.
v [Are you hiring Asher for a job? Did he punch you that one time? Are you merc bros about to start yelling with excitement that unfortunately sounds like the prelude to a fight? Whatever the case, roll your own scenario.]
Asher Hardie | Native OC (mercenary)
[No folk of the Hinterlands, your eyes do not deceive you, there is indeed a man who looks half-Avvar launching himself at a bear. Unfortunately he has his shirt on because he’s not losing nipples to frostbite thanks but it’s only after he and the bear go hurtling into deep snow with plenty of growling from both of them but the bear sounds to be the more hurt out of them.]
Right then, time for you to bugger off back to wherever you’ve come from.
[Do you assist? Do you simply watch? Just stick around, it might get pretty damn impressive. Or pet that big old scarred mabari, good old Bronson’s a gentle soul deep down.]
iii
[The supply wagon is technically his own and it’s got a massive druffalo pulling it along as one burly man stands guard with his faithful mabari, two-handed axe in hand. The rest of his company have fanned out to find whoever is shooting at them but any assistance is appreciated. When he spots someone approaching, he whistles sharply and jerks his head.]
If you can fight lend us a hand, if not then get behind me and the lad and under the wagon for the moment.
v
[Are you hiring Asher for a job? Did he punch you that one time? Are you merc bros about to start yelling with excitement that unfortunately sounds like the prelude to a fight? Whatever the case, roll your own scenario.]