Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
The cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
*Sure :]*
He sighs and turns away from it, ignoring it.
*Okie dokie. i'll dm it*
It meows and climbs onto his shoulder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
*aww man, well congratulations! ive still got one more year*
*you got this man! Oh, btw, i have a google doc with my characters and ideas. If you wanna view it I can share the link with ya :] *
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
*aww man, well congratulations! ive still got one more year*
*you got this man! Oh, btw, i have a google doc with my characters and ideas. If you wanna view it I can share the link with ya :] *
*sure*
*Dmed it*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
The cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
*Sure :]*
He sighs and turns away from it, ignoring it.
*Okie dokie. i'll dm it*
It meows and climbs onto his shoulder.
He makes an annoyed noise and sets it down "If I wasn't clear ye wee nit. Get (GP) lost. I (GP) hate cats, pesky buggers who only want cuddles when they want." he said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
The cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
*Sure :]*
He sighs and turns away from it, ignoring it.
*Okie dokie. i'll dm it*
It meows and climbs onto his shoulder.
He makes an annoyed noise and sets it down "If I wasn't clear ye wee nit. Get (GP) lost. I (GP) hate cats, pesky buggers who only want cuddles when they want." he said.
His hands go through the cat as it meows softly. The high elf comes out of his shop, shuffling over quickly. "So sorry about Rue.." he says softly, gently scooping up the cat.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
A wobbly gentleman seems to be following him
Simon notices this but hasn't addressed it yet. He continues walking, a blade sliding from his sleeve into his hand.
the gentleman continues, bumbing into random objects, and running into things
*Okie dokie. i'll dm it*
It meows and climbs onto his shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sure*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Dmed it*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He makes an annoyed noise and sets it down "If I wasn't clear ye wee nit. Get (GP) lost. I (GP) hate cats, pesky buggers who only want cuddles when they want." he said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His hands go through the cat as it meows softly. The high elf comes out of his shop, shuffling over quickly. "So sorry about Rue.." he says softly, gently scooping up the cat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Gotta go to lunch. i hope you two enjoy the characters*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*im going to go the old fashion and chose theren*
galax is reading a book by the fire
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
the gentleman continues, bumbing into random objects, and running into things
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*anyone on?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Yep! Im back now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren walks inside the tavern, cracking his shoulder back into place while grumbling about his parkour skills
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"seriously? parkour? are you trying to kill yourself again?" galax casts cure wounds on theren
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Yes Galax. I am." he says with an eye roll, gently flicking their forehead.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
galax ducks, laughing "seriously though, you have nothing better to occupy yourself?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Nope. Already finished my gardening for the day and Lore is out doing something with the kids."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I missed stuff.. theren has kids?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Three of them*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*damn, i missed a lot*
"want to do something then?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Yeaahhhh. I think ya missed Theren and Lore's wedding to*
He shrugs. "i'd rather just relax."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.