Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24225987-20131119032507/@comment-25151516-20131211234820

Revan took a breath of fresh air as he stood close to the cliff of Team A's starting potosition. He held Dragan Trócaire in its sheath and spun it around his body to get used to the skii jacket he bought on the way.

"Ah, the snow! Northern Lords I've missed this. Hmm. Jacket's a bit tight 'round the shoulders. Ah well..."

MacLeod finally made his katana spin in the air. He caught i, slung it over his shoulder and refitted his stetson as he met his team.

"Never wear a fez on a high adventure! So, we all here yet?"