new magic the gathering RP

"thank you, my name is astilabor, so are you here to join in my mission or are you independent of the mirroden forces?"

"I have...um... Sided with the mirrans... To protect the knowledge pool... And this whole plane, of course."
He looked nervous.

"ok but are you with the army or are you are you more of a freelancer?"

"Well, I'm not technically in the army..." He blushed, "Primarily because I don't like being yelled at... But I am fighting for the Mirrans, and I co-operate with their tactics, so I'm not technically a freelance either..."
He looked down at his feet then back up at her; she was extremely pretty, maybe a year or two younger than him, and he couldn't stand being near her because of how embarrassed and stupid he felt.

"ok well my forces were just about to make camp here and be ready to move out in the morning, do you have any forces under your command? if so yours are welcome to join mine to make camp together"

"Uh... No..." He felt a little small in comparison.
"I'm not a very good fighter... I'm an intellectual. I'm much better at outsmarting my foes than just beating them to death."

"o k so why exactly did you come to the front lines then?"

He smiled and lifted his paw, pointing his palm to a huge rack of weaponry. They glowed with a blue aura and floated, transforming into a huge metal monster, which roared with a sound like metal scraping against metal.
"That's why."
He blushed; he was an ingeniously good artificer.

"handy but we will need those weapons for my troops why did you not make a army and then travel with it do the front?"

Damius disassembled the creature and put the weapons back, sharpening and repairing them.
"As I said, I'm no fighter... I don't know the first thing about giving orders or battle strategies, and I don't really want to. They just thought my skills might be helpful..."
Now he felt even more useless.
Get a hold of yourself, Damius! He thought, She'd never be interested in you anyway!

"well did you bring anything to make the creatures out of or are you going to make them out of magic?"

He looked quizically at her, then looked around.
"The whole plane is made of metal... I couldn't have asked for a more perfect place to use my craft. But again, I don't know how I should move the metal. Should the creatures be tall or short? Thin or stout? Big or small? Should their weapons be sharp or blunt? Brittle or flexible? Too many variables..."
He muttered, shaking his head.

"that no the only problem, our foes have mastered some new tricks, weapons that can move on their own and even worse the infected that despoil all with the vile oil of Phyrexia, we have a long and hard fight ahead of us."

"'Tia a fool's race to run if all is lost if it be won."
Damius recited.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"not at the moment but later i would like your help in the battle ahead"

"What can I do for you?"
His eyes were starting to wander over her body and he began to wonder what she looked like without armour and clothes, causing his blue robe to show a slight tent.

"well it seems to me that you have skills that would be useful in battle so any help you can offer would be appreciated but right now i can't think of anything that you could help with."

Damius had to try so hard to stop looking at her that he had to physically turn his head away just to break his stare.
"Um, well..." He said nervously, " I... Have... To go... Over here... Now." He pointed, and turned to walk, tripping and landing rather gracelessly. He quickly picked himself up and brushed himself off, blushing profusely.
"Um... I meant to do that?" He defended halfheartedly, feeling so nervous that it was really starting to physically influence him.

i chuckle softly to myself as i pick up the signs and let you go on your way before seeing to the day to day business of managing a war camp, the day wears on uneventfully as i arrange for damius to have a small private tent next to mine so that i can keep an eye on him to put both him and the other soldiers at ease, as i prepare to get ready for bed a thought strikes me that in war you never know which day will be your last so i decide not to let this chance pass me by, i put on a plain white robe over my otherwise nude body to keep me covered up and go into damius's tent

"hello, damius, may i speak with you?" i say softly so as not to startle you

He was startled anyway, dropping a box of his things he was unpacking, which made a sound like shattering glass.
"Oh, Hello Miss... Astilabor, was it?" He ignored the box an turned to face her.
"Well, yes, I guess... I mean, of course you can..."
He blushed.

i securely close the tent flap behind me before taking off my robe to reveal my nude form to you

"i want to have sex with you damius" i say simple walking towards with a friendly smile

Damius' jaw dropped before he shook his head and looked away to focus his thoughts.
"Who told you to do this? Who's paying you? Come on, fess up, I know it's a joke."
His eyes skirted around her, careful not to look at her body at all and give her the satisfaction he thought she'd get from seeing him nervous and flustered.

"huh? no one i cam here because i wanted to, because this might be our last night and tomorrow we could be dead, but if your not interested i'll just find some soldier to have fun with, i came to you first because i wanted you damius"

"That's not true..." He told her, looking at his feet.
"You don't want me. No female wants me. I've tried... Every time I try I fail. I get all nervous and clumsy..."
He felt embarrassed and ashamed.

i chuckle a little finding it surprising how difficult it is for you to accept the truth

"hun all those people out there are under my command, do you think i would bother pandering to silly prank for them? no i'm here cos i want to make love you, because your the only one around here i would consider my equal"

i blush a bit after admitting that