Recent content by Deagan Hunt

Finn Truth be told Deagan wasn't about to say no to food. "I can always make time for food," he called out, peering down as he watched her come back out of the small cabin cradling a pot. Deciding that sitting up on high was not in the best position to relay his story - or to look good - he...

Finn "You know that very well could be," Deagan replied with a wag of his finger, grinning like a silly fool as he added, "The fairer species do have those wiley wiles of theirs. I wouldn't have put it past a gypsy princess to seduce a star." he laughed, bringing both arms to rest on the tops...

Well, at least his ability to redirect hadn't taken a beaten. Finn was now caught on his yarn regarding the Sky Gypsies. He managed to pull himself up the mast towards the fighting top, not to be confused with the crow's nest. It was the area of foothole in the middle of the foremast. As it...

|| Finn || Oh good, distraction conversation was super successful! He will need to investigate this matter with his magic and why it wasn't working with the kid - err Finn. He couldn't have his trusty set of skills falling flat at the most crucial of moments. It was a risk to his skin as...

|| Finn || Hearing the blond bring attention to what a second time might be, Deagan immediately shot the woman a beaming grin. "Nothing to worry about. Just trying to remember a few things and you know how it is," He made a gesture with his hand from his head towards the wind. "Things just...

Finn Deagan was looking at the blond with all the confusion of one who was clearly expecting something to happen. It didn't. His brow gave another furrow and once again, he held the expression of someone in deep concentration - or who might be constipated, both seemed the same. After...

Finn Well wasn’t this girl feisty? Okay, ignoring the part where she might be right, Deagan knew he had to try to smooth out her ruffled feathers. Pasting a wide, roguish grin across his swarthy face, the scoundrel brought his hands up, palm out by his head, as if attempting to shine himself...

Finn Oh of all the -- Deagan gave a bemused glower at Finn, one bushy brow arching up at her impatience. "Look, princess, you have this confounded jiry rigged mess around your waist." he shook the area of the knot where he'd made some progress as if he could see it. Of course she couldn't, her...

Finn There was no mistaking Finn for a kid, not when Deagan received a face full of perky hills, and his nose dove right between that sweaty valley. Not that Deagan had much time to wiggle his head away as a knock from Finn's head struck his own right along his temple. It wasn't as much pain...

|| Finn || Okay, there was no way Deagan was going to miss getting two soft if dainty, cushions smushed against his chest. Oh. Oh. OH! So, not a kid. He filed that away in the back of his mind as more pressing matters - not Finn's chest, but her well being - came to the forefront. "Right...

|| Finn || What the heck was this kid thinking??! Deagan's concentration was effectively broken when the blonde young women went swinging like a pendulum down the rigging and went smacking straight into the Orc. Needless to say, small girl viruses an Orcs back might result in the cracking of...

|| Finn || "Oh, we are good!" Deagan sang out, flashing those pearly whites in a wide, charming smile. Trying to work here, kid! No distractions! He mentally quipped at her, still focusing on the Orc, a slight sapphire glow seemingly terminating from the man's eyes. "Aren't we good, my...

|| Finn || "Trying!" Deagan sang, trying to avoid getting clobbered by the Orc attempted to steady himself, his large, well-muscled body flexing with each movement. "My, what thick thighs you have!" Deagan called out, trying his best to lighten the situation with a glib remark. It didn't...

|| Finn || "Look! I'm just an ordinary guy trying to make ends meet here, kid!" Deagan cried out in mock insult, climbing up alongside the railing towards the railing, hands curling around it as he peered down at the Orcs. He didn't have to feel her emotions to figure that she would still take...

Finn The pipsqueak had wiggled out of his arms with the skill those grimy little street pickpocketing kids could only learn on the streets. Either way, he was happy that she'd stopped the whacking of his head. Even before she'd gone off to yelp out commands, Deagan was already rushing to the...