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Hi everyone. I am been busy lately but i will post soon. I think i need it from Lucius ? A collab.
Thank you so much, my friend.
Please, everyone, i hope that have give you enjoyment with my first post here. :D bye bye
Gadd Skorne (CS) "The Little Bad Finger" ---------------------
Darkness consumed the weary dwarf and the underground path that hugged him snugly. His trek left everything to the imagination of others. Not his. A shovel in his right hand, he saw everything clearly in front of him as he scooped them to the side: dirt clods, withered roots, bone fragments, and even a few abandoned, forgotten treasure pieces, coins, tools. None of these artefacts intrigued his interest, no more than a human might consider the droppings of a fly. Every now and then he would pause, his breath escorted by growls and grunts, and examine a stone or vein in the wall beside him. Nothing much on this trip to the oddly named 'Twilight College' had held any greed in his red, glowing eyes for more than a moment's glimpse. He could not seek wealth, as a man seeks it for profit or gain. His desire, so full of hatred, was of the mind; of magic; of learned surface things. It was all a great mystery ever since he had stormed a way up out of Ironstead's cobbled streets. He knew he was a mage, of the Geomantic blood school. His entire life had been hammered and forged for this purpose. So what would he come to hate there, at the college? The dwarf had been indifferent to the journey so far, for not much had dropped him into a river of adventure. Except for that blue, pointy-eared abomination. Gadd slowed to a halt, his left hand raking against the side of the wall for support. He could not remember where the snow elf had gone, yet It had seen fit to leave its belongings with him. Was this a surface softie's custom? The elf had not even paid the dwarf to keep his things; not that Gadd had explained the way Rhulic do things. You always pay someone to keep your things so your life was harder. He sighed with growling annoyance, perishing the thought (as well as the elf's well-being, whatever it was currently). A few hours passed, and Gadd checked his stone map. His right hand felt over it as his sight and touch worked to explain his approximate location. It was time to ascend, gradually. So his steps became slower, his pace taking in caution, as he neared the damned Surface. He had forgotten what time it was up there but down below, it was almost time for his second meal of the Awaked State. It had not been a pleasant week so far, having been chased by some kind of four-legger with twisted horns. Its bleats still tainted his memory, but it was not as bad as the tribe of two-legged squatters that tried to eat him. But he couldn't fit in their iron cauldron, which was surprisingly well made and interesting to look over. Throughout this entire time, he had been fairly indifferent to their incessant squabbling and arguing, if that was what they were doing. He did not know why they argued about his situation. They couldn't change it. Eventually he just killed all of them and ate some of their bedding before leaving. From the watchtowers of the Twilight College, to the southwest, a guard spied a cloud of dust kick up from the ground about 100 yards away. He did not think much of it, but his eyes watched as a hawk. Gadd mumbled as an insipid ray of light kissed his stony, white nose. Reaching up with his left hand, which was his arm-curse, black as onyx and silver-veined, he grasped the surface and pulled himself upwards, just so his hooded face could peer over the opening. Now what is this cold p'etch?! The curse hissed over his lips as he took in the literal twilight atmosphere of the dreary, colorless land. Gadd almost thought he was still seeing through his racial Dark-Sense, but it was not quite the same. There was no calmness to the senses. Still, he hated it. Eagerly. The land was easy on his sensitive eyes. With a new spring in his step, the dwarf propelled his 441 pound body onto the ground with a crushing impact, which rattled the dirt some more. His left hand had not relaxed its grip on the land, but now he raked it behind him, covering up the tunnel with a single calculated maneuver. For a moment, he stood there, his massive girth decorated with bits of dirt and pebbles that would fall away once he moved. He licked his left hand, getting a taste for the land. It was sorely bland, but a hint of bloodshed seemed present. Had there been a battle here recently? Gadd was not sure, as it was none of his business, only a simple curiosity that he was indifferent to, at best. He wasn't sure at this distance, but it looked like the watchtowers and the castle within its perimeter had been damaged somewhat. The guards, gathered now, took to a long-sight tool, taking in the hideous detail of the dwarven digger. They spoke not a word, working together in unison as they made preparations to greet him. For a good 10 minutes, they watched Gadd impassively as he came closer to the massive gates. Their orders from Lucilia were simple: an unusual dwarf with a large travel pack, black arm, and red eyes would show up someday. Of course, Gadd did not know what to expect. So when he was escorted through the gates, he said nothing. Four guards surrounded him in a perimeter, but the dwarf almost ignored them, being indifferent to whatever they thought they were doing for him and those in charge of this hateful place. From underneath his hood, his dot-like red eyes took in as much detail as he could bother with. There was definitely something going on, vines of some sort and a destroyed office from the looks of it. Several softies passed him by, murmuring in Common, which Gadd was a smidgen past dabbling in. Gadd wasn't sure what they said, but he also didn't care. It was none of his business to hate. Finally, they made progress to the office door of Lucilia. They would have been there faster if Gadd's gait hadn't been so awkward and slow, and how he sometimes stopped to stare at some stone or wood work, and other signs of industry and skill. It was pitiful. A guard knocked on the oaken door. Gadd licked his lips and tucked his left arm behind his back, underneath his cloak and pack. His stomachs snored and growled with hunger.
o lol :D It is time.
o yes. Fallen ? I have many inspirations to pick and choose for it :D lol
O Freeshooter, you are much upset at this ?
Hello to everone and have a good day please. :D I am Death Count and some of you can know me from the mibbit chat, I think. But Please you can call me DC if you like to. I am happy to join Blood Act with Fallen and Rtron's encourage. Thank you. My PC is Gadd Skorne "The Little Bad Finger". I have this hope that you all will enjoy the interacts with much eagerness. Also Fallen, this below code is for you, I made it. :D You can quick copy if you like. Death Count: Gadd Skorne-Geomancy: Novice* and now I go back to bed
UserName: Death Count Character name: Gadd Skorne "The Little Bad Finger" Age: 34 years Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Geomancy Previous Magic training: None, he only knows he has mageblood for geomancy right now. Race: Dwarf (Rhulic) Appearance: A little over 1.2 meter tall (like 4 feet high) and almost as wide, Gadd is a stone as though carved in a dwarf's likeness, and he weighs just as much (200 kilograms / 441 pounds). His black hair, moustache, and beard are short and wiry, very coarse, and will rake soft things up. His skin is very white and flinty, like breaking stone. His blood veins are black. There is no white in his eyes, only endless black. His pupils are red and faded, but sometimes glow as little embers. His left arm is larger than his right, is like rough black onyx, with dark grey metal patches, with silver veins. A golden birthmark shaped like a maw is on his left hand, behind his knuckles. He wears the black smooth-fur of bugbear hides and a hood, over dark green gator-man leather, a giant toad-tongue belt, and has a pair of white spider fangs on a necklace. Various bits of armor of different styles, not all dwarvish, are worn. Iron pauldrons, gauntlets, and chestplate, as well as a pair of spike kneepads, all hang onto him as if they needed his protection.
[SECRET WORD: REBIRTH]
hi everone. I have decide to not join your Rp at this time, but maybe in the future if that is okay. my reasons for this choie is private but it is not a reason because of anyone here. i wish for the best luck to all of you. bye bye for now.
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