Blizzard’s grand size ship had stopped at the snow region of Earth. At this point in time his arms were fully repaired, his anger had calmed down and he was happy that he was able to attack the Capital and get away with it. All he thought about now is how he was going to explain the situation to Azoth if the time ever came for it. He had exited his ship and started to look around.
The place was indeed cold but his skin wasn’t bothered by it one bit. As he looked out in the distance he saw a town that was fairly close by. As he walked ahead, he had reached the town and noticed a few drunks walking outside of the bar just stumbling in place.
He was use to seeing this back on Arcose however the only difference is that Arcosians kill each other the more they get drunk. Blizzard had entered the local bar and saw its patrons.
He walked inside and spoke to the bar keeper that was behind the counter cleaning a few glasses with his rag.
Oct 20, 2024 18:31:30 GMT -5
Marimba: Yep. Better than ever too.
Oct 20, 2024 21:26:39 GMT -5
Rhuba: I wish I saw Marimba talk more in the Discord.
Oct 21, 2024 16:21:05 GMT -5
Yakito: Marimbus will perish by my hands.
Oct 22, 2024 2:13:57 GMT -5
Chomei: Marimbus will persevere by my hands.
Oct 22, 2024 4:38:31 GMT -5
Rhuba: Why is he preserving your hand?
Oct 22, 2024 15:18:52 GMT -5
Pom: Maybe he likes it?
Oct 22, 2024 17:04:34 GMT -5
Marimba: It'll come in handy some day
Oct 23, 2024 12:26:15 GMT -5
Mister Steel: Chomei's estate is vast, and marriage into the family can only benefit Marimba with access to cattle, pasture land, and much grain to feed his armies.