Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141104033627

Lorcan continued to smoke his pipe. He flashed back to his youth, maybe when he was five or six years old.

"Lorcan!"  ''Yelled his grandfather. The little boy, who had been sitting in the dirt, naked, playing with his toes, looked up, terrified. He sat, petrified as the large man stomped into the stables.''

"What have I told you going into the house?"

Little Lorcan looked very confused.  ''He recognized his grandfather as tyrannical and strict. However, Lorcan thought he had done nothing wrong.''

"Well, you're all dirty.  If you're going to go inside, you could at least clean off first."

Lorcan's ''face changed to one of shock. That was it? No yelling or screaming?''

"Sorry, sir."   He meekly responded.

''The old man just shook his head, and scratched his face with his meaty hands. "Just go wash of in the lake.  Be quick about it.  Then get dressed.  There are guests coming over for dinner."''

''His grandfather looked around suddenly, concerned. "Where are the horses?"''

"I let them go.  I think they wanted to get out."

The old man's jaw dropped as he heard what Lorcan said, which then morphed into an expression of fury.

"Lake.  Now."  He hissed.

Lorcan choked on his pipe-smoke, and shot forward, bent over, coughing.