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paradisalogs2013-09-24 05:17 pm
fuckelves) wrote in paradisalogs2013-09-24 05:17 pm
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How Kings Prepare [Open]
Who: Thorin and YOU!
What: He's not a happy camper...weapons are being prepped
When: Tuesday, September 24th - evening
Where: Thorin's room, 309
Rating: PG-13 for Thorin's language because Dwarf
Thorin was downright furious having awoken this morning and discovering that his voice was not working. There had to be someone responsible...
He had already voiced his rage through a note scribbled in his journal to the other residents. When he'd said he was sharpening his weapons, he'd been entirely serious! Thorin planned on taking his rage out on whoever was responsible, whenever he got his hands on the wretched cur!
Thorin sat on the floor of his room, which he was slowly adjusting to. There was a blue carpet on the floor with silver trim that he'd grown surprisingly fond of...considering it was a carpet. That was where he sat, his sword Orcrist in his lap and a sharpening stone in his hand. Beside him on the floor all his other, smaller weapons were lined up, waiting to be sharpened. Thorin's other hand gripped the hilt firmly as he slowly slid the stone along the blade of the sword. His mouth was fixed in a snarl, and if his voice box hadn't been effectively silenced, he would have been heard growling to himself.
His only recourse for communication now was the journals...which he still didn't trust. But unfortunately for him, he would have to deal with it.
What: He's not a happy camper...weapons are being prepped
When: Tuesday, September 24th - evening
Where: Thorin's room, 309
Rating: PG-13 for Thorin's language because Dwarf
Thorin was downright furious having awoken this morning and discovering that his voice was not working. There had to be someone responsible...
He had already voiced his rage through a note scribbled in his journal to the other residents. When he'd said he was sharpening his weapons, he'd been entirely serious! Thorin planned on taking his rage out on whoever was responsible, whenever he got his hands on the wretched cur!
Thorin sat on the floor of his room, which he was slowly adjusting to. There was a blue carpet on the floor with silver trim that he'd grown surprisingly fond of...considering it was a carpet. That was where he sat, his sword Orcrist in his lap and a sharpening stone in his hand. Beside him on the floor all his other, smaller weapons were lined up, waiting to be sharpened. Thorin's other hand gripped the hilt firmly as he slowly slid the stone along the blade of the sword. His mouth was fixed in a snarl, and if his voice box hadn't been effectively silenced, he would have been heard growling to himself.
His only recourse for communication now was the journals...which he still didn't trust. But unfortunately for him, he would have to deal with it.
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Thorin's voice shook a bit at that. He should have done more. He should have fought harder, he should have argued harder with the others over investigating the Gentlemen and planning an attack.
"It's a cruel castle that seems to be its own master..."