Monkshood's Story

Monkshood flung the last battle ax into the tree as a man came rushing up to her. “Nightshade would like to see her second in command, and with that the man ran back off to get whoever else. Monkshood made a brisk nod and galloped to get her ax, and with that she made her way to the forest. Knowing the commander was there. She made a brisk trot with her half horse half human body. Even though it was rare for a woman to be a centaur, it still happened. She found the elf sitting by a tree, Monkshood didn't quite know what the woman was thinking. “You wished to see me?” Monkshood asked, pacing in front of her. It had always been a bit annoying to stand in one place to long for her.

"Well shouldn't you have you're tounge ripped out..." Monkshood mumbled at Ember's snide remark. Monkshood crossed her arms in an irritated manner. Her long curly black hair covered most of her upper torso. Her hoove stomped the ground slightly. "We are here discussing battle plans, Ember. Not to chit-chat." Monkshood scoffed in Ember's direction.

Monkshood couldn't herself but laugh on the inside. The knew ery well that the magician did not meen it. Hell, it was hard for Monkshood not to try to leed the army herself. A common trait in Centaurs, always wanting to be the leader. But That didn't meen this girl had any right to be anymore bitter than Monkshodd had to be. "Hmph." Was all Monkshood could say. She turned to Kindle, he scratched his head slightly. "I agree with Nightshade, no way are we going to send someone in there unless they have back up. And I think my arse is a bit to big to sneak in undectected." Monkshood slightly joked. "I say a frontal assualt, quick and easy." She finally said, glancing at Nightshade for a moment then at Ember.

Monkshood chuckled slightly and easily caught the frog like pipe in her hands. She never really smoked that much, it always made her slower than normal. But every once in awhile.. She thought to herself as she put the pipe in her bag behind her. She glanced around a moment and laughed a bit at Marros and Kindle's back and forth argument. "Hey Nightshade. I claim him." She joked as Nightshade winked at Marros.

Monkshood glanced behind her at what Marros said. An eerie blu flow pulsated through the bushes behind her. As the others talked Monkshood went behind the bushes. Curious at what Marros had found. He seemed to always find things that she liked. "What is it, Marros?" Monkshood asked coming in behind the dwarf. 

Monkshoods eyes were fixed on the axe. It looked strong and sturdy. Probably being able to slice through three pigs at a time. The blue glow made the magical quality even more valuable. "Morris, you always seem to know exactly what I like." she said as Morris told her the catch. She raised her right hand into a fist, placing it over her heart. "You have a centaurs promise, I will not tell a living soul. Nor a undead one." she finished. "Now what do you want me to kill?" She said with a smirk, this dwarf was probably the best one of the ages. 

Monkshood kept her smile as Morris turned around to think. He turned back around for a moment, saying what he wanted her to kill. And that the axe was both a blessing and a curse. "I had figured as much. Especially with such a beautiful weapon." She said, glancing as his hand raised to give it to her. She took the axe, it felt as though it were made for her. The blue glow enhanced, and a sudden surge of pain and relief wafted to her head. "Ugh," she groaned, raising her hand to her head when it stopped. "You couldve told me it would hurt." She said, making her upper body go a bit straighter. She looked at the axe in her hand, glad to have such a rare weapon.