Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 45 (1-100).

[laments]

What nonsense.

Truly this is the castle's poor attempt at humor. Those who fail to see such a thing should truly be deemed a fool.

[DEM LOBSTERS. Another pause, and then...]

Perhaps I shall try my hand at turning my bow on something other than those hideous creatures.

[Speaking of which.]

How many of you reside in this castle? I do wish to know of those who are truly skilled in the fine discipline of archery.

[An ear flicks in annoyance. When will this hideous music stop?!]

Comments

forever!

[laments]

Most hunters are just as sufficient with a more modernized technique, indeed. Not only that, my interest also lies in how one treats both survival and defense.

And ever <3

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl suddenly bursts out laughing. He obviously finds something very funny.]

Hell, I've been survivin' fer my whole life.

[Stoned redneck is stoned. Sorry about that.]

[laments]

[Luckily for you, she is used to the more... ostentatious residents of the castle, so she thinks little of it.

Well, outside a sigh and a slightly grumbled voice.]

As have we all.

There's a permissions post on Daryl's journal, btw.

[squirrelhunter]

So, c'mon. What're ya plannin', then? Some sorta survival weekend or some shit?