BingTheWing

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Woah, woah. Slow down here boys. I need to react to this.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

NO! No! Great idea coming up.

Imperial scouts caught Bor's tribe spying on them and razed the village to the ground and capturing as many people as they can to check for relics. However, a messenger left before that happened and is making his way to Amaryth

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Bor's tribe be stelthy.

Yeh dis might be godmod.. I think

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Bor's tribe, who live in the Amaryth foothills.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Guilty Spark said
I do have an Empire invading my nation though, with an extremely difficult to orchestrate sneak attack. I mean, tunnels under the mountains?

Izzit meta if I have a Darratu messenger come to Bor with the news that the palefaces are digging holes in their territory and want Bor to do something?

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Is it just me, or does this story mirror the Bible? Like the evokers represent Christ, and the Church represent the Pharisees.

Sorry if I offended any of y'all.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Bor be like in da foothills "wtf"
"Oh someone must be invading someone else"

When the Flames Die

Now, how de we rp out some fast-paced combat here?

Legend | Book of the Dragon Order

Suddenly, a ripple - no, a surge of energy rippled throughout Thomas' body. He collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. His eyes were turning pale.
"Thomas! THOMAS!" Bjorn dropped the plans and scurried over to him. "Don't die on me NOW-"
"R-relax." Thomas' cheeks paled a little. "I-I think I can stand up." The dwarf helped Thomas to his feet. "The plans, Bjorn. Put them in the scroll case and put them inside the knapsack. My.. My contraptions, too. In the bag. P-please, carry it for me. I'll lead the way to the house."
The dwarf did as he was told, and slung the knapsack over his back. He followed Thomas out the door, helping him stand up occasionally, earning the bewildered looks of a few patrons. It was a short walk away from the workshop. When they got there, Thom was finally able to stand up by himself and walk up to his room.
"T-there's a spare bedroom ye can use. But for now, come up to mine and review the plans with me."
Bjorn followed the gnome up to his room, pushing open the old wooden door. The room was filled with contraptions and small cogs. A three year old with a passion for eating anything that they saw would never survive here. Luckily, amid the mess one could spot a simple drawing board and two chairs. The two men each took a seat, and Thomas laid down the plans.
"B-Bjorn. I don't know... I felt this amazingly potent surge of energy flow through me. It was.. a bit too much." He snatched a gaze out of the window. "Something's coming."
"Yes, I felt it too." The dwarf slowly nodded, putting a reassuring meaty hand on the gnome's shoulder to make him feel better. "Let's get to work, shall we?"

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Call him a savage pls.

Pls.