Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24416658-20140214045953

Tanner creeped through the underbrush, attempting to stay quiet. He did this unsuccesfully most of the time, constantly stepping on a loose twig here, hitting a branch there. He was constantly muttering a few hurried "sorries" whenever he made some small noise. He looked at the chess piece in his hand, amazed that he still had it.

"So, uh, whydya think Ozpin chose these, Al?" he asked, looking at his partner, "I mean, if I had to pick these artifacts, I would've made 'em horseshoes or lassoes or somethin' like that." Putting the piece in his pocket, Tanner continued to move through the forest.