I think most of the people are at the furniture store "Wall" I think my guy is the only one not, as hes on guard duty at the church.
Tally Dor
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I found a book titled "How to solve half your problems." So I bought two.
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There are not many things better then being bitten by the writing bug and having an outlet for it to create a new world.
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Ok. So I chickened out. Those of you expressed an interest in a wolf pack RP. I put something up in 1 on 1 for now.
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Weigh your worth. Before her majesty, the Veridian River.
There exists a large tribe of wolves that exists by a large emerald green river. Water so pure and clear, you could probably see into its depths if sunlight traveled that far. The River is so wide and vast that one cannot even see to the other side of its banks even with your wolfen sight. The tribe known as Wolf-totem has two leaders, though one has long since vanished. The Eldest who was the embodiment of might and strength who led the wolves from the deepest of the wilds hundreds of miles away to this valley of paradise. Then there is the Wolf-Father, the oldest living member of the tribe who is supposedly around three thousand years old and was best friends with the Eldest.
The Wolf-Father now leads the tribe in it's daily decisions and also leads the worship and the reverence that the tribes god deserves. The Veridian River. One might ask why this beautiful and other worldly large river gets worship. It is because of the magic contained within it's waters and Lady Veridian who was the one who blessed the wolves in turn for their service. Her magic combined with natural magic of the water has caused the wolves to live much longer then physically possible as well as allow them to change their forms into more humanoid forms though at best they would be described by humans as Werewolves or Lycans. Some might be more humanoid then others while some might be more beastly but it would be impossible to ever mistake one for a human. Not that the wolves of Wolf-Totem would even know what a human was outside of old sketchings of them. Humans haven't been seen in thousands of years and most of the wolves are ignorant of such a race.
Something sinister has been afoot in the last few months however, the neighboring Kobolds far to the south in their stone city Chicory have stopped trading with Wolf-Totem and any scouts sent on the long journey to investigate have not returned. Much the same can be said of the forest trolls that reside west of Wolf-Totem. It seems they have all but vanished from their homes and dark effigies hang from the trees that seem to emanate strange whispers. Even worse Lady Veridian has not been seen months despite the Wolf-Father's best efforts to contact her.
What will become of Wolf-Totem at this rate?
There exists a large tribe of wolves that exists by a large emerald green river. Water so pure and clear, you could probably see into its depths if sunlight traveled that far. The River is so wide and vast that one cannot even see to the other side of its banks even with your wolfen sight. The tribe known as Wolf-totem has two leaders, though one has long since vanished. The Eldest who was the embodiment of might and strength who led the wolves from the deepest of the wilds hundreds of miles away to this valley of paradise. Then there is the Wolf-Father, the oldest living member of the tribe who is supposedly around three thousand years old and was best friends with the Eldest.
The Wolf-Father now leads the tribe in it's daily decisions and also leads the worship and the reverence that the tribes god deserves. The Veridian River. One might ask why this beautiful and other worldly large river gets worship. It is because of the magic contained within it's waters and Lady Veridian who was the one who blessed the wolves in turn for their service. Her magic combined with natural magic of the water has caused the wolves to live much longer then physically possible as well as allow them to change their forms into more humanoid forms though at best they would be described by humans as Werewolves or Lycans. Some might be more humanoid then others while some might be more beastly but it would be impossible to ever mistake one for a human. Not that the wolves of Wolf-Totem would even know what a human was outside of old sketchings of them. Humans haven't been seen in thousands of years and most of the wolves are ignorant of such a race.
Something sinister has been afoot in the last few months however, the neighboring Kobolds far to the south in their stone city Chicory have stopped trading with Wolf-Totem and any scouts sent on the long journey to investigate have not returned. Much the same can be said of the forest trolls that reside west of Wolf-Totem. It seems they have all but vanished from their homes and dark effigies hang from the trees that seem to emanate strange whispers. Even worse Lady Veridian has not been seen months despite the Wolf-Father's best efforts to contact her.
What will become of Wolf-Totem at this rate?
I'll try to have something up in a few hours. I'm thinking old mountain man, that sometimes does handy work around the lodge for the older couple to get monday or trade things with.
Lucas Hillcrest
Lucas tumbled backwards at the sudden noise of the PA speaker that was directly above his secluded space and landed with a small crash and groaned as he mumbled "Motherfucker..." Lucas rolled away from the chair and rubbed his sore back as he fixed the chair and chugged down what was left of his cold coffee. He glanced at his phone and rolled his eyes. He'd be more annoyed if it had not been a special announcement about something he was looking forward to. 48 minutes of sleep how annoying. The power nap was nice though, but man did he just long for a full 8 hours. He'd even be overjoyed for 4 hours.
The fiery ginger readjusted his jeans that had slipped downward slightly when he fell and re-tucked his inner white shirt back into them as his green vest fell back into place on top. Chucking his cup into a nearby bin he left all the books where they had been as he would surely return after the artifact viewing was finished. Lucas was rubbing his eyes as he left the library and headed to where he needed to be and was hoping to score a fresh cup of coffee or a caffeine packed mountain dew. He would complain about neither.
Lucas tumbled backwards at the sudden noise of the PA speaker that was directly above his secluded space and landed with a small crash and groaned as he mumbled "Motherfucker..." Lucas rolled away from the chair and rubbed his sore back as he fixed the chair and chugged down what was left of his cold coffee. He glanced at his phone and rolled his eyes. He'd be more annoyed if it had not been a special announcement about something he was looking forward to. 48 minutes of sleep how annoying. The power nap was nice though, but man did he just long for a full 8 hours. He'd even be overjoyed for 4 hours.
The fiery ginger readjusted his jeans that had slipped downward slightly when he fell and re-tucked his inner white shirt back into them as his green vest fell back into place on top. Chucking his cup into a nearby bin he left all the books where they had been as he would surely return after the artifact viewing was finished. Lucas was rubbing his eyes as he left the library and headed to where he needed to be and was hoping to score a fresh cup of coffee or a caffeine packed mountain dew. He would complain about neither.
Interested.
Disappointing. but whatever I guess
Anyone else get a blast of Serotonin in their brain whenever someone posts in the IC? Or is it just me?
Lucas Hillcrest
Lucas was currently on the second floor of the library off in a random corner that was secluded because it was surrounded by bookcases. It would make for the perfect hiding hole for any student wanting to study or have a quiet conversation. However if one were to round the corner that led to this small section of library, one would find it empty save for Lucas and a mound of books opened in front of him. However the redheaded youth was not doing any studying at the moment. He was sprawled out with his legs up on the table and a book open resting on his face. Ironically the title of said book was 'How to push through fatigue and keep going'. One could probably say whoever wrote the book obviously hadn't met Lucas. The only sign that Lucas was alive was a gentle snoring.
Earlier
Lucas had sat down in the library and was surrounding himself with books about insomnia and was currently filling a notebook up with notes and other useful things. Occasionally he would take a sip from his cup of coffee, though it had long since gone cold. The bags under his eyes a telling sign of his struggle to ever obtain sleep. He rubbed his eyes as even his notes were not making sense to him. Trying to think back he was pretty sure he had only gotten three hours of sleep in the last four days. Lucas knew he would crash soon, but whether or not that would be today or tomorrow was still up in the air. Lucas did know he needed a break though, and leaned back in the chair and kicked his legs up onto an empty portion of the table since he was alone and started reading from a new self-help book he had found a few days ago.
Lucas was currently on the second floor of the library off in a random corner that was secluded because it was surrounded by bookcases. It would make for the perfect hiding hole for any student wanting to study or have a quiet conversation. However if one were to round the corner that led to this small section of library, one would find it empty save for Lucas and a mound of books opened in front of him. However the redheaded youth was not doing any studying at the moment. He was sprawled out with his legs up on the table and a book open resting on his face. Ironically the title of said book was 'How to push through fatigue and keep going'. One could probably say whoever wrote the book obviously hadn't met Lucas. The only sign that Lucas was alive was a gentle snoring.
Earlier
Lucas had sat down in the library and was surrounding himself with books about insomnia and was currently filling a notebook up with notes and other useful things. Occasionally he would take a sip from his cup of coffee, though it had long since gone cold. The bags under his eyes a telling sign of his struggle to ever obtain sleep. He rubbed his eyes as even his notes were not making sense to him. Trying to think back he was pretty sure he had only gotten three hours of sleep in the last four days. Lucas knew he would crash soon, but whether or not that would be today or tomorrow was still up in the air. Lucas did know he needed a break though, and leaned back in the chair and kicked his legs up onto an empty portion of the table since he was alone and started reading from a new self-help book he had found a few days ago.
Lifes been kicking me in the balls, sorry bout that
Your good valor, just was letting Dark know cuz he was asking.
@Tally Dor Oh which I need to start? Ah.
Not sure I assume he doesnt get on but every few days. I haven't heard from him recently.
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