@Warrior in the Shadows we might want to restock on bed rolls first, you know for ammo
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11 yrs ago
Spotify has a unique sense of humor, let's see how this plays out.
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11 yrs ago
Time to decide if I keep writing this story or to stop, only time will tell.
11 yrs ago
Happy All Saints Day
11 yrs ago
Oh so done with today, time to sleep ~passes out on the keyboard~ djeicjdjsididjdk
11 yrs ago
If you knock on my door in costume and are over 15.. I will so give you candy, lol The older tue more I fork over, :p
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Now known as @Lady Amalthea
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Okay, waiting on another post or two before I post anything.
Yeah, thinking of joining or starting more to fail free time. Lol I know it means I'll have moments of being overwhelmed with needing to post but rather that than not have anything to post.
I'm on hold in every rp I am in on two forums, lol Only thing left is type my first ic for one I am hosting but waiting for quiet time tomorrow morning for that, lol.
Yeah I remember you mentioning that earlier. Well, hopefully now that you're here it will get better, ^^
It's so quiet......
Rummage through your gnoll, see if anything is on it. Gm said we could pick something small, just nothing enchanted. We're also packing up to leave quickly, so characters need to be cleaned up and ready to roll. Packing up their beds that were laid out, stuff like that.
(NPC)
Name: Craig Ne'Tagla
Race: Altenian
Age: 36 (In Earth Standard Years)
Gender: Male
Rank: T-4
Appearance: Craig is born of a subspecies of Altenians that are from the underground and resemble a cross between a firefly without wings and a human. He stands at close to 7 feet tall and weighs more than he looks due to his exoskeleton, close to 300 lbs.
Possessions: Standard GNC provided items and a large board sword of his worlds making that he wears on his back.
Skills/Abilities: Strong Telekinesis, sword fighting, combat, GNC Security & Tower Procedures, Speaks Altenian, basic Brax'Na, GNC Common
Personality: Craig can come across as stern but for the most part is he rather laid back and pron to teasing those around him. It is hard to break him from his jovial manner, even when confronted by those with less pleasant personalities.
Crystal: Being a lower rank than a T-1 he does not have any personal crystals but does know how to utilize all warm tones
History: Craigs background is pretty uneventful. Born and raised by a loving family that still resides in the large underground colony of his birth. His Talents presented themselves when he was 16 and he joined GNC, training in warfare and combat. Despite his joyful personality he rose in the ranks quickly and became one of the youngest Heads of Security in GNC history at just 18 years of age when he was assigned to his home planet. This was rare but due to his appearance the GNC felt it was best to place him in a Tower that would be used to such oddities. Craig did not complain, happy to return home and be able to stay in close contact with his mother and father. He works hard and keeps an eye out for the Altenians. He is usually the buffer between the Tower when issues arise, especially with the Brax'Na. His current boss Tower Lead Tristan is happy to let him do this work, which is normally meant for the Tower lead.
Name: Craig Ne'Tagla
Race: Altenian
Age: 36 (In Earth Standard Years)
Gender: Male
Rank: T-4
Appearance: Craig is born of a subspecies of Altenians that are from the underground and resemble a cross between a firefly without wings and a human. He stands at close to 7 feet tall and weighs more than he looks due to his exoskeleton, close to 300 lbs.
Possessions: Standard GNC provided items and a large board sword of his worlds making that he wears on his back.
Skills/Abilities: Strong Telekinesis, sword fighting, combat, GNC Security & Tower Procedures, Speaks Altenian, basic Brax'Na, GNC Common
Personality: Craig can come across as stern but for the most part is he rather laid back and pron to teasing those around him. It is hard to break him from his jovial manner, even when confronted by those with less pleasant personalities.
Crystal: Being a lower rank than a T-1 he does not have any personal crystals but does know how to utilize all warm tones
History: Craigs background is pretty uneventful. Born and raised by a loving family that still resides in the large underground colony of his birth. His Talents presented themselves when he was 16 and he joined GNC, training in warfare and combat. Despite his joyful personality he rose in the ranks quickly and became one of the youngest Heads of Security in GNC history at just 18 years of age when he was assigned to his home planet. This was rare but due to his appearance the GNC felt it was best to place him in a Tower that would be used to such oddities. Craig did not complain, happy to return home and be able to stay in close contact with his mother and father. He works hard and keeps an eye out for the Altenians. He is usually the buffer between the Tower when issues arise, especially with the Brax'Na. His current boss Tower Lead Tristan is happy to let him do this work, which is normally meant for the Tower lead.
Okay, post up, will deal with typos when the coffee kicks in, lol
Sana rose to her feet and glanced around, this entire attack had left her on edge. This was one of the very reasons she hated traveling at night, attacks came swiftly and without warning. Shaking her head she perked a brow as she watched Ellyn hopped out of the wagon and set up to do what seemed like sleep for the evening. Leaping down from her post she walked over to her and rested her hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, I am sure you will write so many more songs, all of them magical," she said before glancing down at the bed roll. "Girl, you need to bundle that up and get back to the wagon. We aren't staying here. Too dangerous. We're moving out. I really don't want to leave behind the only one that can get these folk to shut up and get along for five minutes," she stated quickly before walking back over to the wagon and returning to her post.
Pulling her dagger out and the rag, she cleaned it up and then tucked the dagger back away before tossing the rag into the sand. She wasn't going to carry it anymore, it was too far gone at this point. It hadn't been much to start with. As Hugh came over to her she looked at him, he seemed in better spirits and conversation than when he had walked away from her earlier but she was still worried. "You okay?" she asked as she stood along the back of the wagon, holding on to a rail to keep her balance. It was odd, looking at Hugh on a more even level instead of standing a foot below him. "You were a little," she began but paused as she considered her next words, "tongue tied earlier." Tilting her head to the side in concern as she moved closer to him, bending her knees slightly into a crouch and swinging out from the wagon a bit, still holding to the rail with on hand; like a child would when playing in the trees.
"Yes, grumpy is better than dead," she said as she continued to look over him. He seemed no worse for wear right now but he had lost blood in the fight and even though healed, still held bruises. She figured he could survive a lot worse than that but it didn't mean he was at the top of his game right now either. Her eyes finally found his, soft and warm like worn leather with flakes of amber that seemed to sparkle slightly. "But you were injured," she said followed up with as she pointed to his shoulder before breaking eye contact and swinging back and righting herself.
Pulling her dagger out and the rag, she cleaned it up and then tucked the dagger back away before tossing the rag into the sand. She wasn't going to carry it anymore, it was too far gone at this point. It hadn't been much to start with. As Hugh came over to her she looked at him, he seemed in better spirits and conversation than when he had walked away from her earlier but she was still worried. "You okay?" she asked as she stood along the back of the wagon, holding on to a rail to keep her balance. It was odd, looking at Hugh on a more even level instead of standing a foot below him. "You were a little," she began but paused as she considered her next words, "tongue tied earlier." Tilting her head to the side in concern as she moved closer to him, bending her knees slightly into a crouch and swinging out from the wagon a bit, still holding to the rail with on hand; like a child would when playing in the trees.
"Yes, grumpy is better than dead," she said as she continued to look over him. He seemed no worse for wear right now but he had lost blood in the fight and even though healed, still held bruises. She figured he could survive a lot worse than that but it didn't mean he was at the top of his game right now either. Her eyes finally found his, soft and warm like worn leather with flakes of amber that seemed to sparkle slightly. "But you were injured," she said followed up with as she pointed to his shoulder before breaking eye contact and swinging back and righting herself.
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