OOC: Sigh. Gl1tch, I think you should instigate a rule similar to the ones from Gradual Massacre. I hate to be rude, but I simply can't stand to RP with people who can't grasp the basics of writing. Not naming any names, I'm just saying that poor quality posts really hurt a tRPG.
InC:
Thrice had had just about enough of things and creatures sneaking up on him. Assassin's were meant to do the surprising, and while he'd gotten the drop on the Elven Leader, he was not happy to have had this... thing fall out of the sky.
"If our decision is as a party, then I maintain that the decision should be left to those whom were recruited by the Princess. We know not how this new comer will affect our destiny, and I don't gamble against fate when it's my own life on the line."
With that, Thrice took out his Senbon, twirling it, then stabbing it into the remaining line that held the frightened horse to the carriage.
"We've got more then enough rations to make it most anywhere in this region, I say we continue on foot toward the elven village, and see what's there. We have little information to go on, but my gut tells me that if we started in this direction, it is because we are fated to travel here."
