bobert778 Member
Ancient Powers,
and Magic Flowers
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If I wasn't so lazy I could have had my own evil lair by now.
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If I wasn't so lazy I could have had my own evil lair by now.
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9 yrs ago
It's weird to think about not thinking
9 yrs ago
Lose your mind a little. You'll understand it better if you can find it again
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9 yrs ago
Nobody worth getting to know is ever considered 'normal'
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11 yrs ago
We'll paint the scene, we'll write the melody. We are the creators.
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I'm Bobert, I like to roleplay, and I wouldn't be here otherwise. I enjoy creating unconventional characters, as I like to explore the different ways they might interact with others. Automatons are a favorite, 'beep bop' goes the robot.
If you're still reading this, that's cool. Hope you have a nice day
If you're still reading this, that's cool. Hope you have a nice day
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@LittleFae
Things have settled a little now that everyone is on the move and have people to interact with but we've only completed day 1. We lost a few people from the opening page as well, so right now there's 4 (maybe 5 but they won't reply to my PM) active writers, myself included.
Remember that when creating your character there's no guidelines you need to strictly adhere to. So long as they seem like someone who could actually exist in the story, and aren't grossly overpowered, we're pretty lax about design so long as it's thought out :)
Things have settled a little now that everyone is on the move and have people to interact with but we've only completed day 1. We lost a few people from the opening page as well, so right now there's 4 (maybe 5 but they won't reply to my PM) active writers, myself included.
Remember that when creating your character there's no guidelines you need to strictly adhere to. So long as they seem like someone who could actually exist in the story, and aren't grossly overpowered, we're pretty lax about design so long as it's thought out :)
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We've still got space available; we've had a few people show interest but no applications yet. I'll still keep an eye on this thread if anyone has any other questions but otherwise this will be my last post in this interest check
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[Tirñea]
As Veronica knelt down, Tirñea quickly moved away to allow the knight to hopefully be more helpful than she could. Her attention diverted from the limp body of the cart's driver, her eye wandered briefly to watch as Serena searched through the tossed cargo. A little startled by the sight of her sword flashing, Tirñea drew her gaze back down towards Veronica. A few worrisome moments later and Serena rejoined everyone, a vial of vibrant, pink fluid now in her hand. As she poured it down the man's throat, it swirled and rippled against the glass before falling over the lip of the clear tube. It's effects immediately became apparent, the cart driver sputtering back to life with a look of bewilderment in his eyes, quickly replaced by exhaustion. His reaction to the outcome of his cart was less than happy, and one could suggest that he may have wished to stay near death than face the ordeal.
Tirñea remained fairly quiet as the two strangers she had committed to follow gathered their things. She had been reminded to not yet trust them, and reflexively held her staff a little tighter. Quickly she lifted and dropped it 3 times, pounding the base of her tool against the earth without needing to swing it down. It was the easiest command for Sierpe; the equivalent of calling his name and drawing his attention. Knowing her familiar was aware of her location she began walking after her Choir member companions, comforted by the assurance Sierpe's presence brought.
As the sky began to change shades, Veronica and Serena had decided to set up camp for the night. As the brightness in the sky faded, the dark brought with it the cold. Winter hadn't arrived yet, but the days were getting shorter and Tirñea's mentor had warned her that Abbaden would be colder than Piñura. The chill felt unseasonable, though wasn't much worse than the badlands at night. Still though as a fire was made Tirñea opted to undo the knots holding her tightly rolled blanket so she could use it to cover her arms and shoulders. Veronica had gone about preparing a meal, some sort of crumbly, chewy brown substance that held the shape of the tin upon opening. It had been heated in the tin over the fire, mashed at with a utensil to break it up as it warmed. It tasted about as good as it looked, and that wasn't well, but life in the desert doesn't make one particularly picky. Quickly inhaling another mouthful to avoid tasting it as much as possible, Tirñea turned towards Serena upon realizing she was talking to her.
"So far," Tirñea began, thinking on her reply for a moment, "I liked the boat trip to here better. But this land, it is too large for a first impression to matter." She offered a quick smile before refocusing her efforts on eliminating the remains of her meal so as to not need to smell it anymore. In the back of her mind a thought of hunger drifted by, and she knew it was not her own. Sierpe would need to eat soon. The change in pace to on foot had helped him conserve energy moving through the earth, but each day he would grow more restless. These concerns distracted her, and she was left staring into the fire in search of warmth and comfort this far from home.
As Veronica knelt down, Tirñea quickly moved away to allow the knight to hopefully be more helpful than she could. Her attention diverted from the limp body of the cart's driver, her eye wandered briefly to watch as Serena searched through the tossed cargo. A little startled by the sight of her sword flashing, Tirñea drew her gaze back down towards Veronica. A few worrisome moments later and Serena rejoined everyone, a vial of vibrant, pink fluid now in her hand. As she poured it down the man's throat, it swirled and rippled against the glass before falling over the lip of the clear tube. It's effects immediately became apparent, the cart driver sputtering back to life with a look of bewilderment in his eyes, quickly replaced by exhaustion. His reaction to the outcome of his cart was less than happy, and one could suggest that he may have wished to stay near death than face the ordeal.
Tirñea remained fairly quiet as the two strangers she had committed to follow gathered their things. She had been reminded to not yet trust them, and reflexively held her staff a little tighter. Quickly she lifted and dropped it 3 times, pounding the base of her tool against the earth without needing to swing it down. It was the easiest command for Sierpe; the equivalent of calling his name and drawing his attention. Knowing her familiar was aware of her location she began walking after her Choir member companions, comforted by the assurance Sierpe's presence brought.
As the sky began to change shades, Veronica and Serena had decided to set up camp for the night. As the brightness in the sky faded, the dark brought with it the cold. Winter hadn't arrived yet, but the days were getting shorter and Tirñea's mentor had warned her that Abbaden would be colder than Piñura. The chill felt unseasonable, though wasn't much worse than the badlands at night. Still though as a fire was made Tirñea opted to undo the knots holding her tightly rolled blanket so she could use it to cover her arms and shoulders. Veronica had gone about preparing a meal, some sort of crumbly, chewy brown substance that held the shape of the tin upon opening. It had been heated in the tin over the fire, mashed at with a utensil to break it up as it warmed. It tasted about as good as it looked, and that wasn't well, but life in the desert doesn't make one particularly picky. Quickly inhaling another mouthful to avoid tasting it as much as possible, Tirñea turned towards Serena upon realizing she was talking to her.
"So far," Tirñea began, thinking on her reply for a moment, "I liked the boat trip to here better. But this land, it is too large for a first impression to matter." She offered a quick smile before refocusing her efforts on eliminating the remains of her meal so as to not need to smell it anymore. In the back of her mind a thought of hunger drifted by, and she knew it was not her own. Sierpe would need to eat soon. The change in pace to on foot had helped him conserve energy moving through the earth, but each day he would grow more restless. These concerns distracted her, and she was left staring into the fire in search of warmth and comfort this far from home.
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9 yrs ago
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@bobert778*throws the balls again, but this time adds banana peels*
This is what I think of your banana peels
Interpret that as you will
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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
*Has had two days to recover from minor injuries, and begins tap dancing again*
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
*Distant swearing followed by a loud crash*
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*distant tap dancing*
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