First attempt at this. If you would like, please help to give feedback on what to improve on.
OCs:
N: Naruga, Selkie, Male
T: Tide, Yuke, Male
T: ~Round and round the path we go, blood and arms are on the-
*CLANG!*
N: Kindly please stop singing that awful 'song' of yours.
T: What can I do? It's in my blood to sing and all! Can't help it if I do it and you know it. And I already told you that the paddle is useless on this perfect metal body!
Rubbing his helmet, Tide replied in a rather cheerful tune.
N: I really wonder sometimes if we are even related- even though I know we are. Seriously, what happened to the calm, quiet and intelligent brother that I'm used to? And stop boasting 'bout your armour, Bro."
T: Ouch! I'm hurt by your comments, my dear brother.
As if responding to his brother's facepalm, Tide let out a mocked cry and 'frowned'.
N: Yeah, yeah whatever, let's just go on.
T: Okie Dokie~
N: Seriously, cut that out. It's freaking me out over here.
T: *sigh* My foolish brother, can't you take a joke.
Switching back to his original behaviour, Tide using his mace lifted up the crystal chalice and held it right above his head (Using his hand, NOT THE MACE).
N: MAN! Can these guys ruin this day any further?
Naruga yelped as he avoided a goblin's attempt on his life. They had been surrounded by a horde of goblins as they journeyed deeper into River Belle Path.
T: Don't worry, my brother. Just follow the guidelines I had mentioned earlier.
N: What guidelines?! The only thing close to a guideline was the- uh oh.
T: Oh yes, you heard right.
Placing his mace on his back, Tide unsheathed a katana, and almost immediately started hacking at the goblins' arms and beheading several of them. Naruga could only put his palm to his forehead and sigh. Before long the path had changed from serene to having pools of blood, arms and other body parts of other goblins everywhere.
T: Well! That was refrshing!
Sheathing his katana and grabbing his mace, Tide turned to look at Naruga. One could only stare in shock as they see all that's left of the horde of goblins.
N: Seriously! You could have done a cleaner job, you know?
T: Well, let's just say I'm leaving behind a big message that went like "Tide was here massacring goblins" to the next caravan that planned on coming here.
N: *sigh* No matter what I say nothing will change.
T: Precisely. Now then my brother, shall we collect the mrryh from the tree that's somewhere 'round here?
A while later, the Alfataria entered River Belle Path, and instead of the beautiful serene look that they used to see, they saw this: Blood dripping everywhere. Disembowled, limbless enemies and their heads were lying around. That wasn't the best part: when they reached the spot where the mrryh tree was, not only can it not produce any mrryh, hollowed out shells belonging to a certain "giant crab" were seen. Noticing a small writing on one of the shells, the caravan took a closer look, only to find these words: "Tide and Naruga were here masacring monsters and eating the giant crab. The mrryh has been taken by us so tough luck! Try again two years later!"