Hello I was just wondering what the discord was for this place? I was on it ages ago but I left and have only recently started using this website again. Although if there needs to be some sort of failsafe so you know I'm not a filthy spammer that makes sense. Ask me what the capital city of Mozambique is. I dare you. I'll get it right.
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Geez, I didn't think I'd need to write a bio. I thought I could get away from how uninteresting I am. I really am boring. There's nothing more generic than an angsty, lonely teenager who spends too much time on the internet. I mean, I like the colour purple. That's got to count for something. I find I daydream a lot, and listening to music really helps me me develop and fantasies I'm conjuring. Because I'm usually daydreaming I don't do much, and because I don't do much I'm boring.
I'm not very familiar with the types of roleplaying there are, but I'd love something intricate and in-depth, that revolves around fantasy and magic or sci-fi. The genre of the roleplays doesn't really matter too much, so long as it's engaing and interesting! I'll try to keep this post updated if I find some more information that would be useful to others, but I have a feeling not many people will be reading this anyway.
That's it, I guess. Take it easy and happy roleplaying!
I'm not very familiar with the types of roleplaying there are, but I'd love something intricate and in-depth, that revolves around fantasy and magic or sci-fi. The genre of the roleplays doesn't really matter too much, so long as it's engaing and interesting! I'll try to keep this post updated if I find some more information that would be useful to others, but I have a feeling not many people will be reading this anyway.
That's it, I guess. Take it easy and happy roleplaying!
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Interest is displayed! I'd love to get a CS out either later tonight or tomorrow. I'll definitely be brainstorming!
The girl laying in the coffin haphazardly spluttered water from her mouth, spraying it in his face. He threw up his arms to protect himself-and yet the man was overcome with a sensation he hadn't felt...in as long as he could remember. She was okay. He couldn't fathom why her well-being was so important to him. He didn't want to see anyone get hurt. Her soaked clothes hugged her tightly, revealing a lithe, small frame. The man looked away almost in embarrassment. He was glad he saved her, but thought it was best left at that. She almost leapt up past him to wrap her arms around the woman beside him, clinging to her tightly. The man almost felt a twinge of jealousy. I had swam down to save her, and yet I am recognised for nothing. The man felt something akin to scorn. He felt like this was almost typical. For some reason, he almost felt like crying. It seemed he was always the one left dejected when everyone else was at their happiest. Despite his despondency, a small part of him still glimmered with content. At least she was safe. The man had to suppose so--at least he wasn't a complete failure.
He felt a small, clammy hand touch his cheek. With the girl's whole hand, she stroked his cheek gently. He turned to look at her in shock--she had nothing on her face but gratitude towards him. His gasped slightly; she gave him such a soft, calm smile he couldn't help but feel placated. He immediately felt guilty for his envy earlier. She didn't forget about me. He felt so horrid. How could he feel so jealous when he wasn't deserving of anything anyway? You don't save to receive a reward, you do it because it's meant to be done. You...you fool...you should just get back in the water and--
Very suddenly, the girl's finger brushed his hair. He hadn't the awareness to notice before--his hair tumbled down around him in neat, black locks. They were spongy and smelt slightly earthy. She looked at him, almost pleading with him to let her touch it. He almost laughed. I don't see why not. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around one of the fuzzy coils. Seeing her face light up in wonder was enough to burn all the depressive thoughts away. He resolved, if he could make her happy, he would be happy as well.
He felt a small, clammy hand touch his cheek. With the girl's whole hand, she stroked his cheek gently. He turned to look at her in shock--she had nothing on her face but gratitude towards him. His gasped slightly; she gave him such a soft, calm smile he couldn't help but feel placated. He immediately felt guilty for his envy earlier. She didn't forget about me. He felt so horrid. How could he feel so jealous when he wasn't deserving of anything anyway? You don't save to receive a reward, you do it because it's meant to be done. You...you fool...you should just get back in the water and--
Very suddenly, the girl's finger brushed his hair. He hadn't the awareness to notice before--his hair tumbled down around him in neat, black locks. They were spongy and smelt slightly earthy. She looked at him, almost pleading with him to let her touch it. He almost laughed. I don't see why not. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around one of the fuzzy coils. Seeing her face light up in wonder was enough to burn all the depressive thoughts away. He resolved, if he could make her happy, he would be happy as well.
@Frizan
JESUS I'm so sorry. I started reading and something happened on my end so I forgot to continue. It's been 2 days!!! It's all good, don't worry. I'll take a more detailed look later, but you can definitely post it and get an IC up if you want!
JESUS I'm so sorry. I started reading and something happened on my end so I forgot to continue. It's been 2 days!!! It's all good, don't worry. I'll take a more detailed look later, but you can definitely post it and get an IC up if you want!
The wind would have flown through his hair--if he had any at all. Ursu had of course become used to being bald, but the elements spared him no expense as he rode on horseback. The sky was murky, the landscape more so, and he Ursu suddenly felt tired. How long has it been? he asked himself as the putrid stink of the Rotten River wafted from ahead of him. To leave the mountainous Crags he had lived in for the last several years, he travelled eastward; to go directly north would have faced him with ranges that not even the Cizero monks had traversed. It wasn't the terrain itself, but rather a stronghold of legend, that was speculated to have been carved out of the mountain-faces themselves. The monks, as curious as ever, wished to investigate, but after the 4th exploration party didn't return, they resolved to leaving the area miles north of their monastery left unexplored.
Ursu was lost in his reverie; he almost didn't notice that his horse how ran along a small footpath leading to the Rotten River. Unfortunately being dubbed so due to the amount of Ecaptre that lived around the riverbanks--though moderately intelligent for an animal species, they were brutish. For a young buck to become the Captrassar, leader, of their tribe, they had to challenge the existing one to a battle. They fought to the death, and the defeated one's body was drowned in the river. With the amount of unfortunate usurpers there were every year, this meant a very horrid smell, and a very unpleasant ride for Ursu. He sighed, worried that breathing through his mouth would make his breath smell, a small worry of his. Does it matter? After being here for so long, I'll need to shower for a week anyway. He soldiered on, watching the grey surface of the river pace northwest sluggishly. The rapidly decomposing bodies of the ecaptre reduced the river to sludge. It was tragic to see.
He directed his horse to continue northward. He planned to travel to Lamoor, the Twilight city--it was said that the kingdom was so large and bustling, at night it shined brighter than the moons in the sky. He wished to see it himself. Three years in a monastery makes you a little slow on social interaction. After Lamoor, he intended to travel back to the village that started his journey--to hopefully inspire some peace to quell their chaotic hearts. It'd been so long...he was quite excited to see how they'd gotten on. His mother, his old friends, even those at the Ocean's Mist...Ursu's countenance darkened slightly. He didn't know how he felt about facing them again. Would they laugh? Heed his words? Perhaps even follow him? Ursu dreamed momentarily of being a leader, with thousands rallying to follow his teachings and ideals. He felt humbled--surely his destiny wasn't as grand as that.
Yet the dream...the dream he'd had a few nights ago was fresh in his mind once again. Entertain me well, youngling. Or you’ll find yourself living to regret it. Ursu almost shivered. It seemed like a premonition to him. How was he to entertain a force that could communicate--and even cause him pain--in his dreams? He felt uneasy. The message was one thing, the powers were another.
He'd spent the first week after he'd had the dream trying to get a basic grip on his abilities. He quickly realised they revolved around absorbing the life force of other organisms, after a young passing monk, Ebba, aged 10 years right before their eyes. It was a sight to behold; normally a person would be dismayed at ageing within seconds. Ebba was simply glad he was too old for chores from then on. Ursu almost chuckled to himself. He would miss the monks at the monastery dearly. He'd made many friends in his comparatively short time there--some had been up there their entire lives. And yet, he had a feeling he would meet them all again. The sun stepped boldly out from behind a passing cloud. Hope! The young man looked towards the mountains he had left behind, as he spurred the horse on. We shall meet again!
After a few more hours of riding, and no escape from the rancid smell, which he'd now gotten used to, Ursu decided to break camp in a relatively close cave. Ecaptre weren't a threat there--they rarely left the riverbank for more than a few hundred feet. A small fire crackled, casting strange shadows on the walls, even as the sun blazed along the horizon. Sunset. He'd been riding all day--the inside of his thighs chaffed from the long journey. He wondered how many days he'd need to travel before reaching Lamoor. He'd reached the Rotten River in about a week, almost halfway there. With the flat land and sure path, it couldn't take him more than another seven days to reach the kingdom. He tried to relax his shoulders. In the time he had, Ursu saw no point in worrying about the future. For now, he wanted to hone his abilities.
While the initial loss of life had been a shock to him, he'd manage to transfer the energy he had absorbed over his time at the mountain and channel it into his malas beads. Each was about the size of his fist, and made of solid metal. They sat around his neck quite comfortably, when he'd gotten used to them. Now, he could move them around using only his mind. To some degree, at least, he said to himself as he removed the oversized necklace. Each ball thudded in the floor around him--as Ursu wore them, they flowed like a necklace; as soon as they came off, they became dead balls of metal. Not for much longer! Ursu grinned confidently. He would master the secrets of his magic. He just needed time. He'd already learned to stop the flow of life absorption from others, and could lift one ball with concentrated effort. He wasn't too sure why he choose to control his prayer beads, it simply seemed...apt to him. He had mastered the emotions that drove him through his past life. He wanted to master something in his current life too.
Ursu was nervous. Enough talk--do you train, or babble? He felt the familiar warmth of a link connecting him to the sphere, almost as if he held it in his arm. Focussing his entire mind on the ball, he tried to raise it up. A slight rumble, a movement! The sphere was lifted slightly, removing itself from the rock and dust around it. Spinning delicately, it seemed almost content to stay frozen in the air. Ursu flared with excitement. There! It held for the next few seconds, before it started shaking violently--not a moment later it threw itself back onto the gravel. Ursu was tempted to curse--his own excitement had gotten the better of him, and because of it he lost his most controlled attempt yet. Despite his frustration, Ursu grinned--it was possible. He was getting somewhere! After attempting for hours each day, when he woke and when he slept...his progress was finally being relieved. Like a seed in a fertile garden... he recalled his mentor, Beak, mentioning one summer eve. You can give it the most perfect conditions...and yet it never emerges from the soil until it is ready. All you can do is cultivate your garden, and be patient--that is when the best harvest is reaped!
Ursu chewed on these words. He didn’t feel like being a farmer today. Almost in a change of heart, he stacked the spheres neatly. Using the magic always tired him after. Perhaps my stamina would grow as my power does, Ursu pondered as he pulled out a small woolen pillow. He checked once again to confirm that his horse was tethered just inside the cave. It looked safe, and sound. Undoing his robes sleepily, the sky descended to purples and browns behind him. Ursu wondered about Lamoon, and its glowing city. He couldn’t wait to reach there, so he could shine a new light on it all.
Ursu was lost in his reverie; he almost didn't notice that his horse how ran along a small footpath leading to the Rotten River. Unfortunately being dubbed so due to the amount of Ecaptre that lived around the riverbanks--though moderately intelligent for an animal species, they were brutish. For a young buck to become the Captrassar, leader, of their tribe, they had to challenge the existing one to a battle. They fought to the death, and the defeated one's body was drowned in the river. With the amount of unfortunate usurpers there were every year, this meant a very horrid smell, and a very unpleasant ride for Ursu. He sighed, worried that breathing through his mouth would make his breath smell, a small worry of his. Does it matter? After being here for so long, I'll need to shower for a week anyway. He soldiered on, watching the grey surface of the river pace northwest sluggishly. The rapidly decomposing bodies of the ecaptre reduced the river to sludge. It was tragic to see.
He directed his horse to continue northward. He planned to travel to Lamoor, the Twilight city--it was said that the kingdom was so large and bustling, at night it shined brighter than the moons in the sky. He wished to see it himself. Three years in a monastery makes you a little slow on social interaction. After Lamoor, he intended to travel back to the village that started his journey--to hopefully inspire some peace to quell their chaotic hearts. It'd been so long...he was quite excited to see how they'd gotten on. His mother, his old friends, even those at the Ocean's Mist...Ursu's countenance darkened slightly. He didn't know how he felt about facing them again. Would they laugh? Heed his words? Perhaps even follow him? Ursu dreamed momentarily of being a leader, with thousands rallying to follow his teachings and ideals. He felt humbled--surely his destiny wasn't as grand as that.
Yet the dream...the dream he'd had a few nights ago was fresh in his mind once again. Entertain me well, youngling. Or you’ll find yourself living to regret it. Ursu almost shivered. It seemed like a premonition to him. How was he to entertain a force that could communicate--and even cause him pain--in his dreams? He felt uneasy. The message was one thing, the powers were another.
He'd spent the first week after he'd had the dream trying to get a basic grip on his abilities. He quickly realised they revolved around absorbing the life force of other organisms, after a young passing monk, Ebba, aged 10 years right before their eyes. It was a sight to behold; normally a person would be dismayed at ageing within seconds. Ebba was simply glad he was too old for chores from then on. Ursu almost chuckled to himself. He would miss the monks at the monastery dearly. He'd made many friends in his comparatively short time there--some had been up there their entire lives. And yet, he had a feeling he would meet them all again. The sun stepped boldly out from behind a passing cloud. Hope! The young man looked towards the mountains he had left behind, as he spurred the horse on. We shall meet again!
After a few more hours of riding, and no escape from the rancid smell, which he'd now gotten used to, Ursu decided to break camp in a relatively close cave. Ecaptre weren't a threat there--they rarely left the riverbank for more than a few hundred feet. A small fire crackled, casting strange shadows on the walls, even as the sun blazed along the horizon. Sunset. He'd been riding all day--the inside of his thighs chaffed from the long journey. He wondered how many days he'd need to travel before reaching Lamoor. He'd reached the Rotten River in about a week, almost halfway there. With the flat land and sure path, it couldn't take him more than another seven days to reach the kingdom. He tried to relax his shoulders. In the time he had, Ursu saw no point in worrying about the future. For now, he wanted to hone his abilities.
While the initial loss of life had been a shock to him, he'd manage to transfer the energy he had absorbed over his time at the mountain and channel it into his malas beads. Each was about the size of his fist, and made of solid metal. They sat around his neck quite comfortably, when he'd gotten used to them. Now, he could move them around using only his mind. To some degree, at least, he said to himself as he removed the oversized necklace. Each ball thudded in the floor around him--as Ursu wore them, they flowed like a necklace; as soon as they came off, they became dead balls of metal. Not for much longer! Ursu grinned confidently. He would master the secrets of his magic. He just needed time. He'd already learned to stop the flow of life absorption from others, and could lift one ball with concentrated effort. He wasn't too sure why he choose to control his prayer beads, it simply seemed...apt to him. He had mastered the emotions that drove him through his past life. He wanted to master something in his current life too.
Ursu was nervous. Enough talk--do you train, or babble? He felt the familiar warmth of a link connecting him to the sphere, almost as if he held it in his arm. Focussing his entire mind on the ball, he tried to raise it up. A slight rumble, a movement! The sphere was lifted slightly, removing itself from the rock and dust around it. Spinning delicately, it seemed almost content to stay frozen in the air. Ursu flared with excitement. There! It held for the next few seconds, before it started shaking violently--not a moment later it threw itself back onto the gravel. Ursu was tempted to curse--his own excitement had gotten the better of him, and because of it he lost his most controlled attempt yet. Despite his frustration, Ursu grinned--it was possible. He was getting somewhere! After attempting for hours each day, when he woke and when he slept...his progress was finally being relieved. Like a seed in a fertile garden... he recalled his mentor, Beak, mentioning one summer eve. You can give it the most perfect conditions...and yet it never emerges from the soil until it is ready. All you can do is cultivate your garden, and be patient--that is when the best harvest is reaped!
Ursu chewed on these words. He didn’t feel like being a farmer today. Almost in a change of heart, he stacked the spheres neatly. Using the magic always tired him after. Perhaps my stamina would grow as my power does, Ursu pondered as he pulled out a small woolen pillow. He checked once again to confirm that his horse was tethered just inside the cave. It looked safe, and sound. Undoing his robes sleepily, the sky descended to purples and browns behind him. Ursu wondered about Lamoon, and its glowing city. He couldn’t wait to reach there, so he could shine a new light on it all.
@Landaus Five-One@Krinos Solstice@Artersf@Samara@Mag Lev@AetherChronos@ravenDivinity
There have been a few people that haven't been on recently, or simply haven't responded in an amount of time. I didn't want to have to do this, but people with very little to show for themselves at this point will probably be removed from the RP. False guarantees of "I'll get it done today" 5 days ago are starting to get annoying, so I'm just going to ignore them. I'll get the first IC posts up. In the meantime, for those of you that ARE engaging, your characters will probably be finding out the extent of their powers for now. They may or may not meet others, but as you can imagine, for champions such as Harrow's own, if your desire is to disrupt others, then you'll want to be doing that quickly.
Anyway, thanks for the input everyone! I look forward to reading your writing, and showing you my own!
There have been a few people that haven't been on recently, or simply haven't responded in an amount of time. I didn't want to have to do this, but people with very little to show for themselves at this point will probably be removed from the RP. False guarantees of "I'll get it done today" 5 days ago are starting to get annoying, so I'm just going to ignore them. I'll get the first IC posts up. In the meantime, for those of you that ARE engaging, your characters will probably be finding out the extent of their powers for now. They may or may not meet others, but as you can imagine, for champions such as Harrow's own, if your desire is to disrupt others, then you'll want to be doing that quickly.
Anyway, thanks for the input everyone! I look forward to reading your writing, and showing you my own!
@Rockette I did too, but I had a huge struggle with what his powers would be. He was too water-themed, and while I originally had him as Locke's champion, I made way for other RPers to have first choice and I needed to change him up >.>
No matter. Perhaps Nautilus will return in another RP! Maybe.
No matter. Perhaps Nautilus will return in another RP! Maybe.
@Rockette I know ;-; I keep having to change because I don't FULLY know where he'll be, as some people are being sketchy with their CS'. Speaking of, how's yours going?
The man's thoughts were wrenched from his skull--in an instant, he was submerged in water, and his eyes burned with the light blue. He tensed his jaw, conjuring a memory of keeping his mouth closed underwater--his tongue exploded in pain. He had bit it! Gasping, water was sent down his throat, like liquid fire despite its coolness. Flailing around in desperation proved useless--he sank to a reef, resting not more than a few feet under the water. However, pain clouded his thoughts. He desperately tried to remember how to move underwater...there was a name for it, but he couldn't remember. More pressing matters were on his mind.
Looking to his right, he saw another figure in the water. At first he was scared--which leviathan of the deep had come to consume his flesh?--upon a millisecond of inspection, it was a girl. One of the ones from above the water. The man knew he couldn't leave her down here, in this pain. He moved to save her.
Tensing his thighs under the water, he pushed off--darting through the water as if he had been born in it. He moved his hands outwards and kicked, as if he were forcing the liquid out of his way. Swim! That was the word, and that was what he did--despite his burning eyes and lungs, he moved with single-minded purpose. Save the girl, and himself.
Or die.
He crashed into the girl's torso with force. They tumbled together for half a second--the man was tempted to breathe for air--his body screamed for it. Ignoring the warnings, he again darted upwards, towards one of the boxes above the surface. The girl was light underwater, strangely so--and he was glad. His body couldn't take much more.
Sweet air! They both broke through the surface, feeling the wind on their faces once again. He kept kicking and moving with his hand, trying to reach the metallic box that was only a few feet away. He was ready to pass out. His hand ran along the edge, feeling the coolness, and he scrambled to push the girl over the edge--another pair of hands came down to join him. He looked up to see another take the girl from his hands, and help him up himself. With all three in the box, it swayed from side to side slightly, rocking in the waters. The man didn't care. They were alive!
He looked up at the figure, to say something. The sun in his eyes prevented him from seeing their face, but it didn't matter. He wanted to say something in thanks--but he didn't realise his mouth was still closed, and that water still filled it. Pain flared in his lungs, and he found himself retching the water over the side of the box. After a few moments he remained dry-heaving. His hands cramped as he gripped the side of the box tightly. His eyes watered and his tongue burned. But a minute ago, he didn't feel any pain--he'd forgotten what pain even was. Now, it was all that clouded his mind.
Still, he turned to the girl on the floor. She had short hair, and an eye missing, curiously. He wondered for a half second if it was lost in the water--but the scars there indicated it had been lost long ago. He remained concerned--she wasn't moving, and guessed she swallowed water as well. He didn't want her to die. Feeling grief grip him, he screamed. "Help!" the word echoed in the area--creatures took flight at the sound of such a loud noise. He turned to the figure, tears in his eyes. "Help." Looking back at the girl, he felt anger at himself. He couldn't remember what to do, how to help--it was all his fault. Everything was his fault.
Looking to his right, he saw another figure in the water. At first he was scared--which leviathan of the deep had come to consume his flesh?--upon a millisecond of inspection, it was a girl. One of the ones from above the water. The man knew he couldn't leave her down here, in this pain. He moved to save her.
Tensing his thighs under the water, he pushed off--darting through the water as if he had been born in it. He moved his hands outwards and kicked, as if he were forcing the liquid out of his way. Swim! That was the word, and that was what he did--despite his burning eyes and lungs, he moved with single-minded purpose. Save the girl, and himself.
Or die.
He crashed into the girl's torso with force. They tumbled together for half a second--the man was tempted to breathe for air--his body screamed for it. Ignoring the warnings, he again darted upwards, towards one of the boxes above the surface. The girl was light underwater, strangely so--and he was glad. His body couldn't take much more.
Sweet air! They both broke through the surface, feeling the wind on their faces once again. He kept kicking and moving with his hand, trying to reach the metallic box that was only a few feet away. He was ready to pass out. His hand ran along the edge, feeling the coolness, and he scrambled to push the girl over the edge--another pair of hands came down to join him. He looked up to see another take the girl from his hands, and help him up himself. With all three in the box, it swayed from side to side slightly, rocking in the waters. The man didn't care. They were alive!
He looked up at the figure, to say something. The sun in his eyes prevented him from seeing their face, but it didn't matter. He wanted to say something in thanks--but he didn't realise his mouth was still closed, and that water still filled it. Pain flared in his lungs, and he found himself retching the water over the side of the box. After a few moments he remained dry-heaving. His hands cramped as he gripped the side of the box tightly. His eyes watered and his tongue burned. But a minute ago, he didn't feel any pain--he'd forgotten what pain even was. Now, it was all that clouded his mind.
Still, he turned to the girl on the floor. She had short hair, and an eye missing, curiously. He wondered for a half second if it was lost in the water--but the scars there indicated it had been lost long ago. He remained concerned--she wasn't moving, and guessed she swallowed water as well. He didn't want her to die. Feeling grief grip him, he screamed. "Help!" the word echoed in the area--creatures took flight at the sound of such a loud noise. He turned to the figure, tears in his eyes. "Help." Looking back at the girl, he felt anger at himself. He couldn't remember what to do, how to help--it was all his fault. Everything was his fault.
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