Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141116195148

(I'm going to guess your punching Darach because I control him.  Sorry, I missed that. Can they go to the dining hall later?)

(No staves right now, Maxi.  Staves come shortly later, and play an important role.)

Darach held his cheek bone. Riona may not have been as big as him, but she could pack on a wallop when she needed to. He had bad memories of when they were little. His cheek would be bruised for the rest of the day now. "Ow!" He protested dropping the steel chest plate, bracers, and shin guards he had collected. "How the hell am I to blame for that?" Darach pulled a roll of bread from his pouch he had taken from the pantry and shoved it in his cousin's hands. "Here." He began retrieving his armor from the ground, "Shor, it's like I'm talking to my mother."

Tomas looked at the Riona-Darach senario with amusement, before throwing a hooded set of scaled armor on, keeping with his Stormcloak theme. It looked like this from the front, and this from the back.

Artair was still standing around, waiting for everyone to get ready. He was prepared himself.