Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140805025315/@comment-24301343-20140822192604

THe weight of the bone plating nearly topled hm over and Clyde, unintentionally of course, slapped it ot his chest. Or atleast thats what it felt like to Drizzt.

"Alright, where's Golylocks when ya need her huh? ... but uh.... I can;t really be useful if i'm lugging around half my body eight in bone armor Clyde.... Can ya handle these?" he said in a some what stained voice.

If you looked at him he would look like a nked chihuahua in a snow storm in the arctic he was shaking so badly. From head to toe was a pretty consistant trend of vibration from the sheer strain of the dead weight he was currently holding