Good leaders must first become good servants. -Robert Greenleaf
Keep your fears to yourself, but share your inspiration with others.-Robert Louis Stevenson
-ooc- you spell ma'am differently than me!
"Blast! Gerrun, run to my ship bring thirty squirrel archers. Mother, I don't want the crows to know I've returned until I am shoothing at their feathered hides. We need to rid ourselves of these creatures!" Brome commanded, quickly grabbing up his longbow.
"Be careful Brome!" His mother called after him. "I will keep them distracted until you are ready to attack."
-ooc- then that's what I'll do, that way, I don't have to create another chara, give info on him/her, and then go start typing for several charas.
"Brome, thank the seasons you're home!" his mother cried, grabbing him around the neck.
"How is he?" Brome asked, motioning to his father.
"I'm afraid that he may die tonight. But that's not the problem." She said, her face growing grim.