Post by spastic bard on Oct 17, 2008 20:23:20 GMT -5
(So Daryl is my TB-ridden assassin for Rob's Steampunk game. We're playing our first game in less than an hour. I decided I needed a personality. The conclusion? A somewhat rude and silly character.)
Her throat felt dry; that was the first sign that a coughing fit was coming. Daryl cursed her luck. She had been waiting for her target to show up for over an hour, and her position was hardly what civilized people would call comfortable. Thankfully, Daryl was anything but. Perched high in a tree, she pressed against the trunk with her rifle on top of a branch; her clothing lay in a bundle on the other side of the tree, leaving her bare in undergarments. This might bother a normal person, but people like Daryl were trained for the absurd.
Her throat felt dry; that was the first sign that a coughing fit was coming. Daryl cursed her luck. She had been waiting for her target to show up for over an hour, and her position was hardly what civilized people would call comfortable. Thankfully, Daryl was anything but. Perched high in a tree, she pressed against the trunk with her rifle on top of a branch; her clothing lay in a bundle on the other side of the tree, leaving her bare in undergarments. This might bother a normal person, but people like Daryl were trained for the absurd.