@ShwiggityShwah You seem to have missed that 'Past lives' come from the modern day Earth. This woman seems to be from several centuries prior, if Earth at all.
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5 yrs ago
Well, guess I'm back here again. It's been a while.
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7 yrs ago
The things I do for spam topics... neon pink avatar coming up...
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The pain of constantly refreshing an active page with a lot of people on it in case someone posts...
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Just stayed up the whole night doing RP stuff... now to see if it was worth it...
7 yrs ago
Gonna be out for the day, people, so I won't really be RPing much.
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Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
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Um, hi. This RP caught my attention, and honestly, I actually like it. I do have some anxieties about it - primarily because it's 'late in the game', like someone else said, and I don't generally have the confidence to apply to roleplays after they've begun. That said, I'm willing to go for it with this one. Does anyone have much idea what 'classes' are in short supply? I have my preferences, but I believe the Wisp, Rat and Lizard are in abundance, right?
Does it explain Omestris, though?
Also... what if they released a sort of, pseudo-explosion, in that it released pure magical energy? So basically, a bomb. Also doubles as a ‘suicide device’ to prevent capture or some such, whilst taking out the captors.
Also... what if they released a sort of, pseudo-explosion, in that it released pure magical energy? So basically, a bomb. Also doubles as a ‘suicide device’ to prevent capture or some such, whilst taking out the captors.
I’m on edge and Oren isn’t even at the battle. Though part of me is now wondering, since they were mentioned twice in the post... what happens if an Inquisitor’s catalyst shatters? Is it even possible?
Great post, though. The Seraphim are certainly going to be interesting.
Great post, though. The Seraphim are certainly going to be interesting.
I've gone through my share of troubles and strifes, I getcha. I won't give you a lashing just for being in a slump. Sometimes people can forget that we all get tuckered out.
*throws firecrackers*
Rest in pepperoni, @Lovejoy. May your soul bring Thanos ever closer to wooing his beloved Mistress, Death.
Tristan awoke, cold and sore, but made no complaints. This was something he'd have to get used to, without any doubt. The bed chambers and banquets that he was accustomed to were already far behind, and there was no backing out, either. If he wanted to keep his head, at least. Not that he would ever seriously consider it. The Duke, from what Tristan knew of him, was a good man.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the rest of his party mounted their horses and got ready to set off. He did the same.
Most of the morning's journey was spent putting landmarks of their journey to mind. A stone shaped like a wolf here, a tree that twisted at an impossible angle there; it was mostly just to pass the time, given he wasn't in the mood for conversation. He was mostly thinking. His eye fell on the back of Aurélie - she thought him a burden, no doubt. Did any of them even know who he was? What his reasons for being here were? Or did they just think he was some simpering nobleman, full of ego?
Well, they weren't wrong. He had no experience with this kind of work. He was confident he could pull his weight but had nothing to back his words up. In the end, it came down to-
What was that?
Tristan made his horse come to a halt. He focused on the trees, on the canopy, on everything... he couldn't hear anything.
He couldn't hear anything.
He turned on his horse to report it to his companions - but they were gone. Where had they gotten to?! They were just here!
"Hello?! Ser Giles?! Anyone?!"
A twig snapped, and his heart jumped out of his chest. He looked back to the forest. Not even ten paces away, he saw a large, scarred brown bear. His eyes locked with its own. They weren't a normal bear's eyes. And a normal bear wouldn't be standing so completely still near a human. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Being as careful as he could to not look away, he subtly reached for his crossbow and started pulling back the string. But as he fit a bolt to the flight groove, he saw something else in the corner of his eye. His head snapped to face the second bear - and he knew he'd made a mistake. The first bear let out a roar, and his horse spooked. Twisted in the saddle as he was, Tristan was unable to maintain his seating. He tumbled to the ground, and though he got back to his feet quickly enough, the mare was long gone.
He turned to face the bears. Though solitary creatures, these two seemed to have no issue sharing a meal as they snarled and grunted, slowly making their way towards him. Looking between them, Tristan realised that his situation was dire. His sword was still tied to his horse, as was his quiver of bolts. Leaving him with just the crossbow and a singular bolt.
"Damn it all to Hell." he murmured.
He could take down one, but the other would surely get him in the seconds that it took for him to reload the bolt. And that was if he landed a killing shot at all. His options were limited. And he hated that he'd gotten into this situation. But there was nothing for it.
He twisted on his heels and ran.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the rest of his party mounted their horses and got ready to set off. He did the same.
Most of the morning's journey was spent putting landmarks of their journey to mind. A stone shaped like a wolf here, a tree that twisted at an impossible angle there; it was mostly just to pass the time, given he wasn't in the mood for conversation. He was mostly thinking. His eye fell on the back of Aurélie - she thought him a burden, no doubt. Did any of them even know who he was? What his reasons for being here were? Or did they just think he was some simpering nobleman, full of ego?
Well, they weren't wrong. He had no experience with this kind of work. He was confident he could pull his weight but had nothing to back his words up. In the end, it came down to-
What was that?
Tristan made his horse come to a halt. He focused on the trees, on the canopy, on everything... he couldn't hear anything.
He couldn't hear anything.
He turned on his horse to report it to his companions - but they were gone. Where had they gotten to?! They were just here!
"Hello?! Ser Giles?! Anyone?!"
A twig snapped, and his heart jumped out of his chest. He looked back to the forest. Not even ten paces away, he saw a large, scarred brown bear. His eyes locked with its own. They weren't a normal bear's eyes. And a normal bear wouldn't be standing so completely still near a human. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Being as careful as he could to not look away, he subtly reached for his crossbow and started pulling back the string. But as he fit a bolt to the flight groove, he saw something else in the corner of his eye. His head snapped to face the second bear - and he knew he'd made a mistake. The first bear let out a roar, and his horse spooked. Twisted in the saddle as he was, Tristan was unable to maintain his seating. He tumbled to the ground, and though he got back to his feet quickly enough, the mare was long gone.
He turned to face the bears. Though solitary creatures, these two seemed to have no issue sharing a meal as they snarled and grunted, slowly making their way towards him. Looking between them, Tristan realised that his situation was dire. His sword was still tied to his horse, as was his quiver of bolts. Leaving him with just the crossbow and a singular bolt.
"Damn it all to Hell." he murmured.
He could take down one, but the other would surely get him in the seconds that it took for him to reload the bolt. And that was if he landed a killing shot at all. His options were limited. And he hated that he'd gotten into this situation. But there was nothing for it.
He twisted on his heels and ran.
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