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Gus takes a load off at the back of a wagon. He talks to whomever will listen. "Good leadership in this outfit... let the young strong backs take care of the chopping." Gus' knees creak as he lowers himself. "I'll tell ya, with the commotion before, I felt 20 years younger." He l...

Gus only scoffs as he checks his spearhead. Scwabblin won't help anybody when the attack comes. At least these new warriors seem to be ready for a fight now that the hour is approaching. Too many Gus met over the years had folded in the face of danger, even some with plenty of talk and stories of br...

"Let's get that dwarf over here!" Gus remarks quickly. After looking around the campfire, he settles down (little does he know the mage is blowing stuff up outside of camp and the dwarf is getting a private show). Gus is lays his eyes on a battle scar on the warrioress' torso. "Just t...

Ok, seriously Jenara, I have to address your recent post in which you overheard what one character whispered to another while you were doing something else. Unless your character is a thief with a Detect Noise gimmick, it is totally out of line to just ignore the other characters' intentions and ass...

Gus applauds.

"That's an impressive flip, lady. I'd say that calls for a drink. Anyone got any liquor?"

"Well Dee, I've never been that picky when it comes to the drink. Hell, I'd drink turpentine to hold me over during a long dry spell. Anything but kerosene will do. Tried it once. Bad idea." Not knowing his new friend has already been distracted by Carith, Gus nods in the direction of the ...

Gus steps near the fire and witnesses a couple of Slade's hand gestures, oblivious to their meaning. "Hey there, Slade, you know I notice you touching your nose quite a bit. Not enough young people carry a hankie these days. If you need one, I carry a spare, just in case I have to tie a tourniq...

I will honor your secret language of thieves, Ismael, but I was tempted to pretend I could understand Slade's hand signs. After all, shouldn't Gus know a drink in any language?

Old Gus looks around. He could have sworn he heard a kid out here earlier. Between a child, Dee's music and the roughhousin that was obviously about to happen on the other side of camp between the he-brute and she-brute, it was a good thing he already got his shut-eye. Gus finishes his meal with a l...

An angry old man emerges from a nearby tent, white whiskers dotting his face, a beat-up tin coffee cup in his hand. "Can't an old man rest his bones around here?" He walks to the edge of camp and relieves himself. After amorning shake to finish off in the brisk air, Gus Henderson looks aro...

Gus cringes at the memory of his wife. Sure, she had a great pair, but after the I-do's, she could be summed up as naggin' and saggin'. Not even an unpleasant daydream can take Gus' thoughts off of the rumblings in his stomach forever though. Sooner or later Gus is going to need some grub. "Hey...

Gus wanted more than anything to go back for the woman and see if there was any life left in her, but it was all he could do just to get the body off the end of his spear. Besides, Sergeant Gus Henderson was too hardened to step out of line and too hateful to risk everything for a stranger. She was...

Hey Tiger, I know that my character's name is awesome, but really, your character is already calling himself Gus after me? I am just playing around and referring to the beginning of yesterday's post.

The memories of Gus' old life, long ago when he had friends and a family, when he thought he had a future, when people depended on him, when he wore a uniform, spilled into his days all too often. When he lost it all, he ran. He ran into the deep country. And when that wasn't deep enough to escape h...

I am really excited about starting with you all. I've read the stories up to this point, and there is some fun stuff.