The Legend of Cornerstones (Feel free to join)

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(I have no money and just arrived in this town. You tell me how I'm supposed to get stuff!)  

[neon blue penguin]

(i know plus its fun and makes conflict in the story line)  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(You said it! Kru, listen to the guy! Conflict is the essence of drama!)  

[neon blue penguin]

(yes exactly!)  

[Krusadin]

(Oh, you should be more creative! I don't mind stealing, really but there are other ways to get money...Though stealing is faster XD....Wait! I came back and all you have posted is bickering??? Grrr....)

One of them kicked Zamos in the nuts while others started beating him from behind with sticks. It was a little hard for him to guard himself when he carried the flour and milk.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(Staeling works with conflict, but the rules of drama dictate that we can't get off scott-free. That's why the person who owned the flour mill tried to beat me to a pulp.)  

[Krusadin]

(Yuh, I noticed. However we cannot have any more posts that only have OCC talk in them)
Mobius saw a squirrel when he was walking towards their base.
(Yuh. At least I try)  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(Yuh, I was already in the base, gloating over what seemed to be victory. You try, but trying isn't enough. Allow me to fix that.)

Mobius saw the squirrel from the window. "Rodent..." He said. He didn't much care for this land's creatures. He was here for his own reasons.  

[Krusadin]

(Thank you)
The day turned into an evening. The squirrel ran up on the window and started waving its fists at him.
It looked pissed.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

Mobius locked the window. "Hmm... Fiesty little fella, aren't ya? I'll call you Bruiser. Bruiser the Squirrel. Perhaps I'll turn this into some sort of children's novel..."  

[Krusadin]

He heard noises from inside the barracks. Loud singing, laughter and shouts were coming from the soldiers dorms.
The squirrel left, he was scared of their hard partying.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

Mobius heard the throng and laughed. "They got nothing on me." He opened his pack to reveal various alcoholic beverages from his homeland. "Heehee! Cheers to my sloth and to the ineptitude of the Empire!!!" He began to down his drinks.  

[Krusadin]

"Oi! You seem like a good chap...What do you say for a game of poker?"
Suddenly he was surrounded by three soldiers, one had his arm wrapped around his shoulders and other slapped his back gleefully. One stood a little aside of them and smiled at his surprised expression.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

Mobius smiled slyly. With his illusions, he'd have a 90% chance of victory. "Sure thing fellows. What's the game, Texas Hold 'Em, Omaha High-Low, Indian Poker, Oddball, what?"  

[Krusadin]

"We have our own little modification of poker. You see, when a person loses the round, he has to do a little penalty, determined by the winner.
We don't use money in this, in fact we have no money left!"
They all laughed and grinned slyly.
"It gets more fun when we ask the ladies to join..."