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i forgot like half of you until you existed on my profile again lmao. you know what we have dms for this sorry mods
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who tf are all these mfs on my profile suddenly? imma keep it a stack of dennys i aint trying to summon the horde and shit
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Dudes be like "the vibe is weird in here" my brother in christ you're in here
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I've been on this website for almost a decade and I don't know who the fuck most of you are
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I’ve been on this site since 2015, not quite Guildfall age but I’ve been around the block a few times. I like just about any kind of setting that I can get interested in as long as it’s fun, over the years, I’ve written a lot of them too, fantasy, modern, sci-fi, whatever sounds fun at a time. You might remember me from the time the guild had a chat room, that was fun.
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@LadyRunic@Omni5876
“I see. I apologize for the manner I speak with, it’s grown on me after all the places I’ve seen.” She replied. “Where I am from, we simply call them traders.” Mira’s eyes turned to the mead hall. “Thank you for directions, good day.” She turned and walked off into the day to the mead hall. The crows finally silent as she felt eyes on her, that was to be expected. The occasional and faint thud of her staff on the soft ground was the loudest noise coming from Mira’s presence as she made her way to the door, she spotted a rather large man at the back of the hall. Good morning” she said, admiring the prey he had caught at first, she could barely see his sled from there before he left her view. Looking upon this man gave Mira a strange sensation. There were no spirits offering wisdom to her in that moment, but she could feel something within him, this man had ghosts following him, no, he was following them. Mira had no ability to see spirits, but thanks to the ones who spoke to her, she knew someone who was touched by the ones beyond when she saw them, like he was never alone in anything he did. This man had an atmosphere of death around him, death in the sense of ancestry. She could feel it in the air around whoever he was that something guided him as something guided her; Nevertheless, she wouldn’t stare. Perhaps they would meet soon. At the main door to the hall, out of sight of the man, she pondered what she felt in passing for a moment. Did this man have some kind of magic ability such as her? Maybe he was haunted by something. It had been a while since Mira met someone like her.
“I see. I apologize for the manner I speak with, it’s grown on me after all the places I’ve seen.” She replied. “Where I am from, we simply call them traders.” Mira’s eyes turned to the mead hall. “Thank you for directions, good day.” She turned and walked off into the day to the mead hall. The crows finally silent as she felt eyes on her, that was to be expected. The occasional and faint thud of her staff on the soft ground was the loudest noise coming from Mira’s presence as she made her way to the door, she spotted a rather large man at the back of the hall. Good morning” she said, admiring the prey he had caught at first, she could barely see his sled from there before he left her view. Looking upon this man gave Mira a strange sensation. There were no spirits offering wisdom to her in that moment, but she could feel something within him, this man had ghosts following him, no, he was following them. Mira had no ability to see spirits, but thanks to the ones who spoke to her, she knew someone who was touched by the ones beyond when she saw them, like he was never alone in anything he did. This man had an atmosphere of death around him, death in the sense of ancestry. She could feel it in the air around whoever he was that something guided him as something guided her; Nevertheless, she wouldn’t stare. Perhaps they would meet soon. At the main door to the hall, out of sight of the man, she pondered what she felt in passing for a moment. Did this man have some kind of magic ability such as her? Maybe he was haunted by something. It had been a while since Mira met someone like her.
I plan to post sometime soon, probably this evening, or tomorrow
As morning came, and the adventurers stirred within their beds, the cloudless day warmed the town. Given the nature of Micah’s previous visions, and the micro-fractures in Neith’s tailbone, a rest at the Dull Axe was perfect for them to recuperate from the strange night. The innkeeper, an old elven man in his 60s was taking inventory out of a ledger at the front of the lobby, it wasn’t much, but it was just right for the town. A couple inn goers were making their way down the halls, leaving for day.
It was roughly 9am by now, and town hadn’t exactly kicked up yet, but off to the distance, unlikely to be seen by most, someone could be seen sleepily but steadily walking to the treeline, someone with blonde hair, and a cotton shirt with long and flowing sleeves. In one hand, something that seems like a book from the view of the Dull Axe
@baraquiel@Eviledd1984@Jerkchicken
It was roughly 9am by now, and town hadn’t exactly kicked up yet, but off to the distance, unlikely to be seen by most, someone could be seen sleepily but steadily walking to the treeline, someone with blonde hair, and a cotton shirt with long and flowing sleeves. In one hand, something that seems like a book from the view of the Dull Axe
@baraquiel@Eviledd1984@Jerkchicken
Iris Aderast
Sister Lark knew how to make pancakes, that’s for damn sure, Iris lost track of the song that playing through her earbuds when she was staring out the window, no doubt lost in thinking about something; Her plate was cleaned off already, and she was just sitting around doing nothing. She was actually still blinking off sleep from last night, Iris spent quite a few nights out there, picking up leaves and brush and rocks for golems, and gathering things for potions...wait a minute, potions. A light bulb perked up in her head. It was what? 8am? Surely Deborah wouldn’t come and snatch them at this hour, she got up and scurried off the the potion room on the other end of the house, lazily stuffing her earbuds down the chest pocket of her coat she weirdly slept in.
After a short walk down the mostly empty halls, Iris was at the potion room with a big black book in one arm, and Corvus on her shoulder. That book was her golem book, on it were various alchemical charms consisting of glass, herbs of the supernaturally repulsive persuasions, and, unbecoming of her, dried garlic. Her book would be used against the coven in the wrong hands, so Iris believed this would be a good idea. Stepping into the lofty lab, she quickly outstretched an arm along the old shelves so Corvus could hop into them. Numerous labels along the shelves, distilleries and other doohickeys few witches actually cared for the names of were in the well lit room. ”Corvus, bring me Carandrella, 120%, 5 milligrams, red bottle.” Iris told the tiny wooden creature, which was only six inches tall in a loud voice, unaware of anyone else. Corvus quickly scurried along to find the bottle of highly energy-dense, but damn near psychoactive mushroom oil she was going to need. Iris glides across the room and stopped at a workstation, flipping to a bookmarked page with an oddly humanoid figure vaguely depicted on a lineless page with alchemy circles on it. Hopefully Corvus didn’t drop a vial of shroom juice that could drop a rhino in two seconds before he actually brought it to Iris....
”Hmm, that one didn’t work...Elicara didn’t work either...that one made napalm- oh, hey Rowan.” How long was she existing there? While Corvus meandered past the other girl for a vial of highly concentrated and toxic oil, likely across the room. She didn’t pay much kind to Cass, since she didn’t exactly know her, surely they wouldn’t be thrown into panic by what they heard? Right? ”I didn’t see you two there, what’s up?” Iris was lazily teaching for an empty glass to mix some stuff, she looked liked she dragged herself out of bed, her hair was in a messy stream down her back and shoulders and her clothes were wrinkles. She probably needed a shower too, actually..
@blackdragon@Jumbus
Isolde Morden
Morning had come and Isolde was still asleep, in a hammock, oddly enough. Isolde was used to living and traveling through very mountainous land, so she packed stuff for this; her backpack was hooked onto a tree branch with her staff resting across the straps, while she slept a in a large hammock a few feet high. She set it up last night shortly after most of her new witchmates had already went to bed. Isolde spent half an hour just staring at the clouds wide awake without actually getting up, she wasn’t really in gear to get up and move until she got bored of watching the not so thundery sky; Swinging herself around and into her feet, Isolde spent the next few minutes taking down her hammock and wrapping it up in her bag. She was the walking into the house to eat with the occasional tink of her staff hitting the ground. It was a lovely day indeed.
Walking into the house for the first time, Isolde took note of a board which listed the names of who was staying where. Isolde’s name was with to other girls, that was pleasant. She kept her bag on as she made her way into the seemingly paranormally maintained kitchen for some pancakes. A stacked plate, and some stretching of knitted muscles from her journey down the mountain later, Isolde scurried upstairs to try and find her exact room, the halls were quiet, as most of the witches were eating still. Isolde, in her mountain trekking get up of backpack and staff on her person, looked like she just arrived to minutes ago. Her inky long hair was a mess and she would love a good shower right about now. The house looked nice. But Isolde was lost.
It wasn’t until she could hear a couple of people taking that she would get help, she meandered down the hall to see a couple of girls, a blonde and a redhead in a rather...captivating outfit...She knocked on the open door daintily to announce her presence to the two. ”Excuse me, I’m a little lost, I’m trying to find room three. Would either of you two know where that is?” She asked politely standing in the doorway with her staff in hand, it was glaringly obvious that she was one of the newer witches that didn’t live her 24/7.
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@LadyRunic
“Nay, I have no son,” Mira replied to the man, who had an obvious disdain for her odd speech. “I am a traveler, I’ve walked all through the north until this day, and I will stay here for a time. What is this market day you speak of?” Almost as if listening to their conversation, the black feathered bird above their heads fluttered down between them, right in front of Mira before harping at her. This wasn’t new to her. “Hush already, there...” She reaches into her cloak with her free hand, and produce a few seeds of various origins, which she proceeded to toss out of the way; The annoying thing hopped away to eat it’s fill. In near complete disregard for the crow, Mira returned her attention to the man she was speaking to. “Are merchants coming to this town? I shall stay longer, perhaps.” Mira made note of the mess hall in the distance, which was quite easy given the drunkard stumbling about. The stories that were yet to become known to Mira would no doubt reveal themselves in due time, as the sun grew higher, the town became clearer and livelier, more people poking their heads out of their homes as fires died down. “I am called Mira of the Crows Eye, I do not intend to cause trouble in this village.” She stated, her appearance was a little strange, the sentries wouldn’t disturb a strange looking woman such as herself, and feeding a crow likely didn’t give a good impression of an outsider dressed in black.
But it was no doubt fate that this old crone had arrived in Norn, for in passing she had seen visions of strange things in the village whose name the spirits whispered to her. Violent things, deep within the cold of the forest. Flashes of hunters being robbed of their kills by something unbeknownst to Mira. She hadn’t ventured out to Norn for the intention of striking down something that was causing grief to the village, as it wasn’t her place. Rather, the sprits encouraged her to travel to this place in particular through their phantasmal ways. To Mira, Norn was just another stop on the road with something to see, but where she could help on her journeys, she indeed would. This knowledge was not something she would readily share with anyone here, the image of an outside who kept crowd and communed with the death would undoubtedly be traced to whatever was on the outskirts of Norn. Until she could put their minds to ease, it would remain a secret between her and the dead.
“Nay, I have no son,” Mira replied to the man, who had an obvious disdain for her odd speech. “I am a traveler, I’ve walked all through the north until this day, and I will stay here for a time. What is this market day you speak of?” Almost as if listening to their conversation, the black feathered bird above their heads fluttered down between them, right in front of Mira before harping at her. This wasn’t new to her. “Hush already, there...” She reaches into her cloak with her free hand, and produce a few seeds of various origins, which she proceeded to toss out of the way; The annoying thing hopped away to eat it’s fill. In near complete disregard for the crow, Mira returned her attention to the man she was speaking to. “Are merchants coming to this town? I shall stay longer, perhaps.” Mira made note of the mess hall in the distance, which was quite easy given the drunkard stumbling about. The stories that were yet to become known to Mira would no doubt reveal themselves in due time, as the sun grew higher, the town became clearer and livelier, more people poking their heads out of their homes as fires died down. “I am called Mira of the Crows Eye, I do not intend to cause trouble in this village.” She stated, her appearance was a little strange, the sentries wouldn’t disturb a strange looking woman such as herself, and feeding a crow likely didn’t give a good impression of an outsider dressed in black.
But it was no doubt fate that this old crone had arrived in Norn, for in passing she had seen visions of strange things in the village whose name the spirits whispered to her. Violent things, deep within the cold of the forest. Flashes of hunters being robbed of their kills by something unbeknownst to Mira. She hadn’t ventured out to Norn for the intention of striking down something that was causing grief to the village, as it wasn’t her place. Rather, the sprits encouraged her to travel to this place in particular through their phantasmal ways. To Mira, Norn was just another stop on the road with something to see, but where she could help on her journeys, she indeed would. This knowledge was not something she would readily share with anyone here, the image of an outside who kept crowd and communed with the death would undoubtedly be traced to whatever was on the outskirts of Norn. Until she could put their minds to ease, it would remain a secret between her and the dead.
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