Peristaltico Family/Circenzio W./Azzal1

Roleplay from Circenzio W. Peristaltico

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Circenzio hated his men. Nothing annoyed him more than leading a unit. Not only because he bothered little to convince others to do things, but especially because the average soldier represented everything he despised. Chubby, noisy, ignorant meat eaters, good only at making up numbers and living without asking themselves anything ever. They lacked all elegance and skill that he strove so much to improve and impose to himself as a way of living. Let's not speak about the captain. A hulking, thick armored, stinking and badly shaved ogre named Abelhelm. While slightly smarter than the rest of the soldiers that gladly set themselves at the intellectual level of cows, he would still have a hard time challenging a dog at a spelling contest, Circenzio wondered. He smiled at the idea of that match. It could be a fun thing to witness. These thoughts bumped into his mind while walking out Azzal, followed by his band of shouting well armed thugs. Throwing a gaze at the noisy fellowship he sighted, wondering for how long he would have to stick with these idiots to cleanse his name from the ever increasing accusation of honorlessness.

Circenzio W. Peristaltico