i Anyone need a hand? [If you do, Thatch is there to give you a good toss. He's not sure if he trusts this lady or her cloud. But he has no other options at the moment and so he's concerning himself with making sure others have safely crossed the gap]
ii [he is freezing and his hands are cold as well. He's not great at lighting fires in these conditions. He's grown too used to people who can do it for him. But he is looming over approaching anyone cold looking in an attempt to share his body heat or at least keep them from the wind]
I could use some spiced rum about now. [especially warmed]
iii
[sleep? What sleep? He's been on edge since he got here and he is mildly paranoid about going to sleep in the cold and not waking up. He's experienced death once already thank you. But at least it helps him get a bit of a headstart on the griffins even if the scream scared him out of his skin. So now he's fighting them, protecting those behind him with a blood soaked spear. The left side of his face is also doused in a waterfall of blood where he was taloned. Hopefully everything is still there]
iv
[though he's been keeping well clear of the blood, Thatch is pissed at what he sees. Even if he can't say there's a correlation between the aggression of the griffons and what's going on here, it's obvious they were put through a great deal of pain]
When I find out who did this... [he's muttering to himself, mostly. But there's more than vengeance on his mind]
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ii [he is freezing and his hands are cold as well. He's not great at lighting fires in these conditions. He's grown too used to people who can do it for him. But he is
looming overapproaching anyone cold looking in an attempt to share his body heat or at least keep them from the wind]I could use some spiced rum about now. [especially warmed]
iii
[sleep? What sleep? He's been on edge since he got here and he is mildly paranoid about going to sleep in the cold and not waking up. He's experienced death once already thank you. But at least it helps him get a bit of a headstart on the griffins even if the scream scared him out of his skin. So now he's fighting them, protecting those behind him with a blood soaked spear. The left side of his face is also doused in a waterfall of blood where he was taloned. Hopefully everything is still there]
iv
[though he's been keeping well clear of the blood, Thatch is pissed at what he sees. Even if he can't say there's a correlation between the aggression of the griffons and what's going on here, it's obvious they were put through a great deal of pain]
When I find out who did this... [he's muttering to himself, mostly. But there's more than vengeance on his mind]