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After reading the letter over a few times, forehead filled with deep wrinkles, the Inuit had handed it over to McRaven . His reaction had been rather similar to his. "I agree with you... Something is not quite right with all this. Too many things that shouldn't happen, are." Isugtag flicke...

After rapidly scanning all the notes, Isugtag folded them carefully, trying to be as discreet as possible, and stashed them away inside his breast pocket. There was no way to know if Douglas' murder was in any way related to the "bad luck streak" the whole expedition had been cursed with. ...

Sorry guys! It's been crazy busy at work. I'm back.

Hey guys! Sorry for the disapperance... had a lot of work to get done

The Inuit's hand wrapped itself around the door's handle.

"I don't know. He wanted to be away from the press... Let's find out."

He pushed the door open.

Stepping out of the cab and ankle deep into the murky water, Isugtag didn’t even bother to shield himself from the rain. His long black and gray hair became soaked in a mere second, sticking to his face and head. But the Inuit cared very little. He cared even less about the decrepit nature of the ne...

Snapping the door shut behind him, the big Inuit leaned forward toward the driver. "440 Scammel Street" He leaned back in the seat, turning toward McRaven . Even in his heavily accented english, it wasn't difficult to notice his seriousness. "Not many people knew where Commander Dougl...

Pulling some smoke from his now lit pipe, Isugtag gave McRaven a simply nod as a form of greeting. As he exhaled, his eyes went from the clouded morning sky to his fellow expedition member. "Yes McRaven , I am going somewhere." was all he said as his hand went up to flag a taxi down. Openi...

For the past few days, Isugtag had kept mostly to himself, silently putting his strong arms to work around the docks. What little conversation he had entertained had been with his fellow polar guide, Callum . The Scot mountaineer share his appreciation of a job well done, and checking the cargo mani...

I'm fine with the advancement rule.
Also chirping it to say that I am not dead, just terribly busy at the moment

Still holding the list, Isugatg's deep brown eyes went up to meet Callum's.

"Your help would be very much...." he stopped, apprently looking for a word "appreciated, Mister MacDonald."

<r>Just a little side note:<br/> I just realised that I mentioned Isugatg had, as service revolver, an Enfield No. 2 Mark 1 revolver. Even if the revolver entered manufacturing in 1932, it would be highly unlikely for him to have one, let alone two. What I have learn, is that Canada's Northwest Moun...

As Isugtag took a seat, next to McRaven , he felt slightly uncomfortable. The Inuit was an outdoors man, and had rarely spent so much time within the confine of a city. With each day that passed, he missed the fresh air and the wind in his hair. The time spent at sea would be a welcomed change from ...

Since he had arrived aboard, Isugtag had, as usual, done very little talking. The procedures they were all facing weren’t particularly new to him. Actually, they reminded him of his youth. They reminded him of what he had gone through before embarking on a transport ship in Halifax, bound for London...

@Raiko:
Thats quite fine mate If you don't have anything for me, it's not that big of a deal.

@ Raiko Well, even though he has a tendency to be somewhat of a loner, Isugtag will do his best to spend some time with the other polar guides. Once they are out on the ice, he's quite aware they'll have to work togheter to ensure the rest of the team's survival. Basically, he's going to be looking ...

The tall Inuit gave Jack a detailed look, from head to toe, a dead serious expression on his face. In his mind, Isugtag had done what any man in his position would have done. Amongst his people, a man was always expect to show courage and determination in the face of every situation. But now, people...

Looking over at the two police officers dragging away the now catatonic Lawrence , Isugtag barely heard Nils comment. He simply nodded in an absent-minded fashion, saying only "Yes...." . Isugtag wasn’t particularly shocked by what had happened. He had seen many soldiers completely loose i...

Decrepit wrote:

Raiko wrote:Depending on how things panned out poor Lawrence could have found himself buried under a storm of chairs, plates, vases and Inuit Guides.

Classic.

hahahahhaha!
Now that just made my day.

Hunched over Lawrence , Isugtag 's deep brown eyes were locked into the man’s almost dead gaze. The madman’s whispers were almost hypnotic… but it didn't affect the Inuit’s death grip around his wrist. When the gun finally thudded against the floor, Isugtag picked it up with his now free hand, cocki...