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10 yrs ago
Current If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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10 yrs ago
Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
10 yrs ago
This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.

Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.

I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.

Um... I like cheese?

That's all I can think of.

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Curtis flicked a coin in his fingers, smirking some more.
"You'd be wrong there... lips are tight and coin will not loosen theirs as it will mine." But as he spoke, his gaze softened somewhat. "But... I suppose it is a high price. We'll go for 50 then. And as a guarantee..." he removed his cap and slid it across the table, revealing a his brown locks beneath. "You can keep this. I shan't steer you wrong so long as you have a valuable possession of mine." His smirk faded as his look became a little more genuine.
The barmaid gave him an odd look but returned with his white glistening beverage. Curtis smirked and dug a hand into his satchel, rummaging around before taking out a battered old scroll, wrapped up with leather cord.
"You assume right. This is just a map of this local area... but on it, you'll find the directions to the kingdom. And since you were kind enough to buy me a drink, i'll drop the price to say... 75 gold?" It was an obvious rip off, a map would never cost that much around here.
Quick heads-up, my internet will be down for a bit, maybe two or so days. I'll try to post by stealing wifi from my cousin, but eh. I'm not really sure.


Obey Kabey, don't worry too much.
The barmaid brought over the drink and the cap wearing fellow took a long drink, sighing happily as he set it back down, his familiar smirk returning to his lips shortly afterward.
"Let's do introductions first. Name's Curtis. Traveller, cartographer by trade, drinker of good mead." He jested, briefly flipping his cap off in a gesture of greeting. "First thing I can tell you is, that chalice was destroyed a long time ago. But that ichor, still very much exists. From what i've heard, that black ichor is flowing through the river of the kingdom itself. Nasty stuff to have going around, I assure you." He took another sip, letting the information sink in. "Now, one bit of information deserves another. So why're you looking into the kingdom of the gods? Do you plan on going there?"
The man chuckled lightly.
"You've enough to go on then... i'm willing to cut a deal with you, since I feel particularly charitable today." He leaned a gloved hand onto the table and tapped it a few times.
"You buy me another drink and i'll tell you what I know..." his gaze shifted over to the eavesdropping youth nearby. "Same goes for you, friend. If you're going to listen, just come and sit with us."
The barmaid looked gravely at him. She glanced back to the horn helmet man at the bar who shook his head slowly. She looked back to him.
"I'm sorry sir... it's better for you if you don't ask about that place. You'll live a lot longer if you do." She left him quickly before he could ask any further. But as he sat there, the figure who had been standing beside the door moved towards him, pulled up a seat and sat across from him, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"What do you know of the kingdom of the gods?"
@CadenGallic sooo... decayed angel hasn't been seen in 13 days, just carry on or what?


I'm gonna send him a note. For now, just carry on. He can still appear in the scene later if needs be.
The inside of the Last Chance Inn matched the outside, wooden, ramshackle and probably held together with bent nails and horseshoes. But its atmosphere was warm, welcoming and understanding. Here your troubles meant nothing, all that mattered was your coin and how fast you could down your drink. The interior had a number of large wooden tables and mismatched chairs, some occupied but most empty. A number of barmaids stood on hand, ready to serve. The clientele tonight was sparse. There was a rugged bearded fellow in a horned helmet tending to the bar. A knight in rusted armour sat at the bar itself, drinking from his flagon. In the corner, a woman in a cloak was muttering to herself whilst peering into a leatherbound book. Leaning against a wall beside the door, a man in leather attire wearing a cap with a feather in it stood watching.

Eldarin was approached by a smiling barmaid, setting down a plate of roasted pork and a flagon of ale before him before she went away again. A barmaid approached Wegnus.
"Would you like anything else, sir?" she asked sweetly.
A milky moon hung over a blackened cloud laden sky, its light barely visible beyond the black formations blanketing the heavens. Rain thundered down upon the land below, an endless torrential onslaught, flooding the paths and soaking any who were outside, turning dirt into mud and stone into ice. A flash of lightning sparked in the sky and broke the horizon beyond the hills, followed by the loud rumble of the storm breaking overhead as midnight struck and the world shuddered from the force of the strong winds of the storm. An atmosphere most fitting, when one saw what seemed to be at the epicenter of the blustering storm.

The Last Chance Inn stood alone, away from almost any civilization whatsoever, its creaking wooden form a shadow upon the landscape, only warm lighting in the cracks of the bolted up windows distinguished it from anything. The wood was old and splintered, its tiled roof rattling with many loose tiles like teeth in a jar, its sign swinging and bashing against the building slightly, depicting a blackened symbol of a flagon, full to the brim. The Last Chance Inn was well known, despite its remote location. It was a place for those at the end of their rope, a home for the world weary, the tired, the depressed and the fate less. One way or another, they all ended up here, at a place that would provide you comfort when no-one else would. And to some, it may even provide the location of the illusive kingdom of the gods, were they to inquire...
Alright, RP is now full, we got as many characters as we're going to take. I'm going to write up the intro posts and you guys come into it when you're ready. The tale of Godless Ichor now begins.
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