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Dorje smiled at the woman. He hadn't had so much conversation in a long time, certainly not conversation as lively as this. It was pleasant, he thought, to look at the unknown again. The Great Teachings were well-known and taught, and where they were vague, even the different branches of them were defined rigorously. "For now, I suppose. I am Dorje, a monk of Chardak-lan," he said, turning to the elf. He was about to speak when the door opened and a girl walked in, removing a hood to expose the brightest red hair he'd ever seen. Guess you see a lot of new things when you leave the monastery, he thought as she stabbed the table in front of him as if he'd done something to offend. He forced himself not to flinch as she turned to survey the reaction she caused. "Seems you got the same letter we did, yes? Though our benefactor seems to have a penchant for fair ladies, it seems, myself being the exception. And you are?" he trailed off, eyeing the knife on the table.

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Dorje felt another person enter the bar. It was odd to others, but if one was focused enough, one could sense many things. The motion of the air as the door opened, the strange new scent in his nostrils, the sound of the door creaking ever so slightly, playing a tempo under the bard's singing. He stuffed the last bit of bread in his mouth, he'd been famished, walking for a week with nothing to eat or drink. He heard him speak as he sat next to the smaller woman. "So who's ready to save the world?" "Apparently you seem keen on it," Dorje said, looking up from his mead, spying the characteristic sharp features and pointed ears of elvenkind. He'd never seen an elf before. "I've never seen an elf before," he said, leaning to the side so he could see him better.

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Dorje grabbed the full tankard offered him by the barmaid. "And yet, for all your talk, the only things I know about you is your taste in mead and that your father is an old man." He leaned a bit closer, coming off the back of his chair and leaning his elbows on the table as he bit off a piece of cheese. "Tell you what, you tell me your name, for starters, and we can go from there. I like to at least know a lady's name before traveling with her," he said, taking another drink from the mug. He knew he'd be traveling with others, but hadn't thought that they might be deceptive. He smirked a bit, not like he had anything valuable on him anyways.

Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

“Oi, We all go’ fam’ly, mate,” Nick said, turning to look at his wife’s cryopod, which was adjacent to his. The cryopod was cracked, just a hairline fracture running diagonally along it. Along with that, the control panel was caved in, dented and crushed by a couch that was upturned next to it. He rushed to it and moved it, slowly, away from the cryopod, looking at the sparking control panel in disbelief. He turned to the projection, yelling. “Oi! ‘As me wife in ‘ere, you go’a get ‘er out, you ‘ear me!”

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Dorje took his own letter out of his pack and waved it in the air a bit as his mead came, of which he took a large gulp. "Not me, The letter came to the monastery two weeks ago. Though I presume since our benefactor hasn't shown his face, it must be that we are not all here yet, yes?" He took another drink of mead, feeling the honey and fruit tastes mingle pleasantly. The barmaid walked by and he leaned slightly to see past the armored woman. He grabbed the small metal knife that came with the bread and began to fiddle with it, taking another drink of mead, this one finishing the tankard, and held it up for the barmaid to notice. "Been a long time since I had mead that good." he turned to the one with the goat leg between her teeth. "So, What brings such a fair, yet rugged, lady as yourself to answer an unknown summons?" he said, pointing the small knife at her nonthreateningly. "Surely the money must be good, yes?"

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

Ah, my bad, I was posting as the other one went up.

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

Dorje had walked for nearly a week with neither food nor water eastward before coming to the town of Vaele. He mused as he walked past the gates, feeling the lingering gaze of the watchtower guards, Must not get many of the order here. He'd noticed that the days were growing darker, as if he were approaching the evil upon the land, either that or it was growing stronger; both possibilities were frightening. He walked through the streets, not quite sure where he was going, but eventually the winding streets led to the inn he sought, it's chimney puffing quietly. Hearthstone, such an odd name; were not all hearths made of stone? He opened a thick wooden door, feeling the heat of the fire warm his skin. The music was pleasant, but not loud. His eyes soon adjusted to the light, and he saw that the bar had four patrons, six counting the two strange women, one in full plate armor, and the other in some sort of robe-ish thing. If anyone was to join him on the quest, it would probably be them. As he approached the table and nearly collapsed in his chair, a girl approached them. "You need anything?" She had the sweet tone of a person who genuinely enjoyed seeing contented looks on patron's faces, and didn't have to make herself smile. "Mead, and cheese and bread, please," He said, leaning back and relaxing against the back of his chair. She sauntered away, and as she did, Dorje commented to the girl next to him, who had just finished gnawing on her mutton. "She's quite pretty, yes?"

Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

Luke sucked in a breath of supercooled air a heartbeat before the small pod opened, and was rewarded with a fit of coughing as he stepped stumbled out of the pod, hacking and bending over as he leaned against the side of the door, now that it was open. He almost spit on the carpet now that he’d stopped coughing and his vision was returning, but remembered his manners and swallowed instead. He glanced at the other passengers emerging and glanced out of one of the large windows, seeing a strange world in place of the once-red planet. He addressed the captain, remembering the pictures he’d seen of the ship and her pilot before the journey. “Oi, cap’n, Whot’sis about not bein on Mars yet?

Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

Sorry for waiting so long, hope you still take this, I have been busy with school. Name: Luke O’Brien Description: standing around five foot four, Luke is definitely not an imposing man. Messy bright orange hair and a short beard of the same color frame sharp features and a wide, square jaw. He has many noticeable scars on his forearms and several on his face, most prominently one across his left eye, which has been replaced with a prosthetic. Occupation: ex-EOD technician Age: 27 Other info Implant (eye): his eye has been replaced after an IED blew through his suit, it can detect UV radiation and can act as a thermal imaging device. Not being a grunt of the battlefield, he was not equipped with their strength enhancements, but he is physically fit. He is recently married and this cruise is his honeymoon, he and his wife couldn't save enough on a military salary for anything too extravagant.

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

Appearance: Stands a little taller than most men, has pale skin and brown eyes. Has squareish features and has long black hair tied in a ponytail that stops between his shoulder blades. Name: Dorje Gyaltsen Age: appears to be in his mid twenties Class: Monk Skills/Magick: acrobatics, unarmed combat, stone lends him physical strength and willpower in times of great need. Personality: While impatient by the standards of his father, Dorje has been known to lose fights while trying to analyze his opponent; he does not usually take action unless action is required. He is intelligent and wise, but does not know much of the outside world other than what the monastery windows showed him. He is a talkative man, but not unpleasantly so. He can be arrogant at times, as he thinks he leads a more pious life than others; but knows how to show kindness to those who need it. Weapons: A short bo staff, which can be split in two to provide two shorter fighting sticks Equipment: Basic necessitites (water, bedroll) Black stone medallion blessed by his father, head monk. Simple cloth pants and a long sleeved shirt, cloth fingerless gloves, shoes.