RoseClan (Griffon RP)

[Zitface]

A voot cruiser landed in front of the cave and Jera climbed out, looking crotchety as ever. She called out to Rue, who then came out and helped drag in nearly hundreds of heavy platinum rods. "These're for welding into whatever you need." Jera grunted, dragging also. Blayke helped also, dragging the kiln and iron furnae into the cave by his foreclaws. Once it was all set up, JEra said, "We'll be taking residence here, then?" Ruienne nodded.

[TropicalPumpkin]

Lee held out her hand. "Hi Jera! My name is Lee!"

[Zitface]

Jera looked at the hand and up at Lee's face. "Hi." She grumbled. Jera turned around and walked to her iron furnace to begin heating up the rods of platinum. "So, skull size. Griffin helmets. Lets get ready for battle." Jera said gruffly, and in a few hours she had armour for all five people, including her, in the cave. It all fit perfectly, and Blayke could see why Ruienne had chosen Jera as the blacksmith.

[TropicalPumpkin]

"Good job!" Lee said, amazed by Jera's work!

[Chara Dreemurr]

(I guess I'll start)
Nix sat down, quite calmly. She was undisguised, yet it didn't matter. Irkens seemed to run around in this planet!, and young Nix saw that that was a disgrace. After all, weren't Irkens the superior (And therefore smarter and better) species? she pondered silently, looking out at the sweet smelling roses that (quite surprisingly) scared her, yet amazed her.
Only 159 years old, Nix was in the middle of a great conflict she had not really wanted to join in.

[Zitface]

Jera's antennae twitched from by her kiln. "Irken intruder, irken ally. No other." she muttered. Blayke nodded and took off, eagle eyes leading him to the irken. He landed on his hind legs to make a show out of it, and being larger than Fisternis, he was over nine feet tall on his hind legs. He let out a screech, and gave a warning strike of a calwed talon, purposefully missing the irken invader.

[TropicalPumpkin]

Lee stared in amazement at Fisternis's height. He was even taller than the Irken Tallest! She took a step back. "Your really tall!" she commented. She then turned toward Jera. Such a gruff little Irken she was. Lee wondered why that was so.

[Zitface]

"Wondering about Jer Jer, are you?" Rue asked, and got a small ballbearing chucked at her head. "She just has that sort of persona. No need to worry." Jera nodded, and began working on a pot with her clay.

[TropicalPumpkin]

"Oh! That's good!" Lee said. Lee sat down. This war when would it start? She wasn't much of a fighter. She didn't have very many skills. Lee sighed. She hoped she would be a good enough fighter. After all, she had never been in a war before. In fact, she used to support the armada. Rue was the one who talked her into war. She somewhat agreed with her theory. But if we don't support the armada then are we really Irken? I mean even services drones supported the armada. It was part of being Irken. Wasn't it?

[Zitface]

Jera let out a usual all-meaning grunt, as if she had herd the thoughts. "Lee, get your lasers or something. You need to improve your aim." she said finally, and flaunted what she had been working on: ten or eleven clay disks. Fisternis nodded and grinned: It was a common human practice, only with metal slugs instead of concentrated light and heat.