Soooo is this just dead now?
CadenGallic
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Pepsiman's apprentice, Pepsimaxman.
STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 10 yrs ago
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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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Bio
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.
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.
Most Recent Posts
"In times of need, even the smallest touch of kindness can change the fate of many..." Sorreau said that to herself as if remembering something. "Of course you may stay. I'll require no payment... gold carries little weight to me, you see." She stroked over the head of the fox she was nursing and gestured toward both the pot and the straw mattress. "I'm preparing a stew of nettle broth and mushrooms. You may partake of it, as well as use the mattress for the night... however, I must ask a little favor in return for your stay."
The interior spoke of nature's best comforts, a floor of smooth stone akin to those you'd find in a blacksmith's forge, clean and flat. The hut was lit by small glowing plant bulbs that hung in the closest thing that could serve for corners in a rounded hut. In the middle a little fire surrounded by stones was heating up a small cast iron pot hanging by a little rod, bubbling contentedly. He could even spy a mattress of straw laying near the back. Primitive, but comfortable in this kind of condition.
But his eyes now were drawn to the left side, a large oaken chair stood and was sat upon by a woman. She was draped in forest green and ash grey robes with a leafy texture to them, ragged hems that spoke of age. The lady occupying these garments looked somewhat middle aged, a youthful face with fading blonde hair that would one day become white. Around her sat more foxes, about 3 in total as the one whom had led him in sat at her feet, looking toward the incomer. A younger fox laid in the woman's lap as she was feeding it from a small earthen jug. Once he was inside, she looked down to her recent incoming fox.
"Oh Brownie... what have you brought upon my doorstep?" She then looked up to greet him. "Greetings traveller. I am Sorreau of these woods."
But his eyes now were drawn to the left side, a large oaken chair stood and was sat upon by a woman. She was draped in forest green and ash grey robes with a leafy texture to them, ragged hems that spoke of age. The lady occupying these garments looked somewhat middle aged, a youthful face with fading blonde hair that would one day become white. Around her sat more foxes, about 3 in total as the one whom had led him in sat at her feet, looking toward the incomer. A younger fox laid in the woman's lap as she was feeding it from a small earthen jug. Once he was inside, she looked down to her recent incoming fox.
"Oh Brownie... what have you brought upon my doorstep?" She then looked up to greet him. "Greetings traveller. I am Sorreau of these woods."
The little fox acknowledged his words and nodded, prancing off into the trees and leading him quickly back to a somewhat well beaten path. Familiar, but lacking the river at his side... even so, he could see those vicious plants laying by the wayside... undisturbed and not moving as the fox led him onward through the woods. After a few minutes, the fox led him to an oddly natural looking hut in the woods. It was made entirely of trees, curved into a bizzare roof with a functioning door that the fox slipped inside, leaving it open a crack with which he could follow. There was warmth and light radiating from within.
The fox seemed slightly insistent as it bounded around in front of him, its black beady eyes looking up at him... but at his words, jinterestingly enough, it turned and trotted forward a bit before glancing back at him and flicking it's fire like tail slightly toward where it was going... was this beast actually trying to coax him to follow it? He couldn't see much to where it was going... but then again, there wasn't much to see on the path he was taking anyway, so it was an even split.
Keeping an eye on the orange thing might have been a good idea, as he can see it noticed him and was fast approaching, darting gracefully over the tree roots and the gnarled plants that lined the grass. It was on him in seconds, leaping into his path and looking directly up at him. Now it was closer, he could see it was... a fox. A completley harmless, ordinary looking fox. It was looking up at him as it stepped into his path, its tail curling gracefully behind it, akin to its firelike movements he had seen only moments before... it seemed... curious...
The thick dense trees block his path at every turn, the situation becoming akin to moving through a crowd in a large city. But no noise, nothing other than the rustle of the wind in the leaves and his footsteps on the dew kissed grass. As he continued, he suddenly spotted something in the distance, about north east of his position. It was a strange flash of orange, a welcome hue in these dark woods... it moved almost akin to fire, flickering back and forth in a circular pattern. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be an animal of some sort. What it truly was, he would not be able to tell unless he approached it.
@Eklispe
Alright so seeing as @Sir Avita hasn't been on in over a month, would you mind us just carrying this on one on one? I'm just tired of waiting at this point and I feel bad holding you up with waiting so long for posts.
Alright so seeing as @Sir Avita hasn't been on in over a month, would you mind us just carrying this on one on one? I'm just tired of waiting at this point and I feel bad holding you up with waiting so long for posts.
"You idiot!" Dren shouted at Hitori, seeing him rip the shrapnel out of his 'employers' shoulder. "You take it out that harshly, you'll make the wound bigger!" He shook his head as he knelt before him and did a brief check over the wound. Well the paste stuff would at least cover it, but it was still going to hurt like hell. He frisked a hand inside his cloak and took out a bell shaped bottle and uncorked it, pressing it into the wounded man's hands. "Here, just hold your nose when you drink this. It'll help close up the wound."
With that matter dealt with, Dren became aware of the goblin horde encroaching on them. He could see his supposed ally boring into them but there were a number slipping through the cracks and headed for them. Dren stood and held his cane in one hand, intent to fight. Perhaps just to protect his own life or the life of the man he's just attempted to help... who cared at this point? There was work to be done. He raised his cane up as the three brass stars lit up and the head hummed with magical energy.
"Blizzara." He muttered as his cane struck the ground and a sheet of ice descended upon the goblins, striking many, even freezing some to the spot. Dren kept a defensive position in front of the others, slinging further spells at the encroaching force to keep them back, picking off whatever stragglers didn't get mangled by his... frankly monstrous associate.
With that matter dealt with, Dren became aware of the goblin horde encroaching on them. He could see his supposed ally boring into them but there were a number slipping through the cracks and headed for them. Dren stood and held his cane in one hand, intent to fight. Perhaps just to protect his own life or the life of the man he's just attempted to help... who cared at this point? There was work to be done. He raised his cane up as the three brass stars lit up and the head hummed with magical energy.
"Blizzara." He muttered as his cane struck the ground and a sheet of ice descended upon the goblins, striking many, even freezing some to the spot. Dren kept a defensive position in front of the others, slinging further spells at the encroaching force to keep them back, picking off whatever stragglers didn't get mangled by his... frankly monstrous associate.
@Nevix@General Scales@Sessamaru@King Tai
Alright guys, I still want to be kind of lax about this RP and not push you for posts, but it has been a week so I just feel the need to say something. I know you guys got lives and all so i'm not gonna push this too hard, just get a post in when you get the chance so we can keep a semi steady pace going.
I know two of our RPers are currently absent, hence why i've not mentioned either of them.
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@Alan Hawke This goes for you too.
Alright guys, I still want to be kind of lax about this RP and not push you for posts, but it has been a week so I just feel the need to say something. I know you guys got lives and all so i'm not gonna push this too hard, just get a post in when you get the chance so we can keep a semi steady pace going.
I know two of our RPers are currently absent, hence why i've not mentioned either of them.
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@Alan Hawke This goes for you too.
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