"Need me to do anything special or just wave my sword around? Oh and I for one support the dung plan as long as I am not the one who has to touch it.

Zak looked at Jas. "Yes, I agree with your plan, but we need some war machines as well. And large sharpened sticks that we can drop from the sky."

"I didn't say replace the wood of the arrows, fool," Kyle bit at Jos. "If there's no wood, then how can it be an arrow? Th rrow needs a shaft in order to fly. I said simply replace the spearheads." Kyle ganced at the loafer from the corner of his eye. "Also, I thnk that woul should handle some of the crap. I caught his loafing around twice and believe he needs to do some work." Kyle then turned his full attention back to Jos. "And I'll show you who's not willing to touch his own feces."
With that, Kyle walked out of the tent and headed to the pile in the middle of the camp. Kyle struck his blades so deeply into the ground that only his strength or that of an ore would get them out, to prevent theft. Kyle reached to the gloves on his belt, placed them over his hands, then reached into the pile of matter. He then returned to Jos' tent with two handfuls of feces.
"See," Kyle said. "Just gotta use gloves."
Kyle then dropped the pile in his right hand at the loafer's feet.

Zak put on his helmet. "BOY! Get that pile of sand out of here! You will stop this fecal matter talk THIS INSTANT!! Especially if you are not going to even bring in real feces." OOC: ok, ignored.

"The shit plan is great! we have endless amounts of it," said Sabtor, "all we gotta do is stab this guy," he jerked his finger towards Kyle, "hes full of it.

Ken had been outside running swords drills with his men when they'd been called into the tent. After going over the plan, he nodded.

"I support it. Not what I would've chosen, but I believe it may work out better than my original idea." He shrugged.

"I've got to get back to my men. Find me if there is another update."

He walked back outside, and saw them going through the sword-drills.

"Pair-up, and grab a bokuto. Sparring for now."

OOC: For those that don't know...Bokuto=Wooden katana.

And its not the shit he's supporting

Just previous to Sabtor's comment, Zak had taken off his helmet. "Sorry guys, didn't mean to use fear on all of you like that, I just thought it would help my message get across to the fecal-matter-for-brains one."

Barashkukor examined Josmir's proposed plan carefully.

“Well it would certainly be simple. But I must comment that I think your unduly putting the men at risk. I also think your not paying enough attention the main road where the main host of undead are very likely to come from.”

“I don’t doubt that your plan would work, but I do think there are solutions which would require less casualties.”

Barashkukor then presents his plan. (Same one as in the discussion thread)

“Although I don’t wish to be thought of as a coward, by fighting behind walls, pits, and traps. I think there will be many other battles, and that we should conserve our manpower as much as possible.”

"Actually, both plans have flaws, but if we combine the strengths of the plans together, we can fully fortify ourselves against this threat."

Kyle looked at the one who had put a helmet on.
"Who you calling boy?" he said to the person. He then chucked whatever it was in his hand at the person's face, then turned towards the tent-flap. "Apparently I'm not needed here. I'll be cutting down some more trees."
He said those last two words through gritted teeth, looking at the loafer from the side of his eyes. Kyle then eturned to the pile of whatever it was his swords were next to, drew the weapons, and headed back into the woods to do some more chopping.
"Why am I even with these morons to begin with?" Kyle muttered under his breath.
((Can we do some flashback-type thing?))