And he prolly will, as long as there's no innocent animal that happens to walk in the middle of it. Then you might see him chasing after it like a lunatic in love while everyone is fighting XD
@Renny
@Renny
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STATUS: so bored... if you have a RP and need a spot filled PM me please. Need something to do!!! 11 yrs ago
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so bored... if you have a RP and need a spot filled PM me please. Need something to do!!!
11 yrs ago
I has made RP! \o/
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Boooooooorrrrred need entertainment! T_T
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Bring on the grease! Need to get out of this RP rust! :P
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hello! ^^, kinda don't know where to put Erin as he's just too peaceful to be riled into a fight with friends XD. Like everyone could be murdering each other and he'd just be smiling and laughing cause they're all friends :P
I want to at least get 1 or 2 more people interested in this before I try making it :)
Ok I think I can do that, though I warn you I'm more used to playing evil people than good lordly people lol :P, also I didn't see this yet but are there any standing customs and culture around these kingdoms I should be aware of?
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oh btw I apologize if my character's broken english accent is terrible, I thought it would fit nicely, but I'm American irl and so a English accent isn't entirely accurate XD
ummmm.... this just got really confusing to follow all the politics and I haven't even made a character yet XD
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As soon as the pale man jumped up off his barrel Stephen dropped the coin purse and had his hands upon his twin steam knives. His thumbs poised above the triggers that would release a blast of thick white steam from the blades.
A split second from pressing the triggers another man approached. This one had an odd looking backpack that then jumped from his back and onto the now empty barrel. It looked like a mechanical spider, that produced a small gun from its back. If Stephen wasn't on edge he would have whistled in approval.
Turning back to the new man Stephen glared through his red tinted goggles as he gripped his knives tight in his leather clad hands. "Oi! I ain't done nothin' wrong! I was just showin' this 'ere 'igh an mighty bastard me skills and 'e goes and draws irons on me!" Stephen hollered as he made a slight motion for his two boys to back off as they looked ready to pounce. Good boys though, no need to tell them to jump in when things went sour.
A split second from pressing the triggers another man approached. This one had an odd looking backpack that then jumped from his back and onto the now empty barrel. It looked like a mechanical spider, that produced a small gun from its back. If Stephen wasn't on edge he would have whistled in approval.
Turning back to the new man Stephen glared through his red tinted goggles as he gripped his knives tight in his leather clad hands. "Oi! I ain't done nothin' wrong! I was just showin' this 'ere 'igh an mighty bastard me skills and 'e goes and draws irons on me!" Stephen hollered as he made a slight motion for his two boys to back off as they looked ready to pounce. Good boys though, no need to tell them to jump in when things went sour.
hmmm.... I could do another role cause I don't want to rub anyway wrong :) though it seems the only male role left is the King and I've never played a king before >.<
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@HushedWhispers
"Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
In their blood the Maker's will is written.
My shield is the open hand of the Maker
To protect His children with his Light
My sword is His closed fist
To smite the wicked and purge the corrupt
My life is the Maker's, not my own
For if I fall today I will not die
Instead I shall return to His side
To watch over His children till my vigil be done."
Prayed Torian as knelt before his sword and shield. The sword was stuck upright in the ground with his shield leaning against it. An ornate crosspiece with the sun of the Chantry emblazoned upon it was his focus. The ground was cold and wet under his knees, and has been for the entire four hours he had been praying. Yet he did not feel it for the light of the Maker warmed his body and allowed him to ignore the small discomfort of the earth.
As he finished his prayer Torian stood, his heavy armor clanking against itself as he moved. He lifted his shield, the Templar's sigil shining brightly in the sun, and finally his sword, wiping the dirt from the blade on his cloak before sliding into its sheath at his side.
Looking around himself Torian admired the fortress where the Wardens had gathered their recruits. It was an impressive place and Torian was glad to finally be a part of the events that had shaken the world. For too long he had been cast in the shadows of history, unable to step into the light to aid the land he loved, and protect the Maker's children. Now he was at the vanguard of the world and he would not be found wanting.
Torian was torn from his inner thoughts when a cry of Darkspawn came from the watchtower. One of the Grey Wardens called out orders and the fort scrambled to follow. Being a recruit himself Torian was supposed to go the walls, but he had no bow, so instead he went to the gates. Donning his winged Templar Helm Torian then drew his blade and readied himself should anything come close to the gates. Unfortunately for him nothing did. The Wardens and their griffons made very short work of the small Darkspawn raiding party. It was a sight to behold still, watching the glorious creatures take wing and bear their riders to rid the world of the corruption before them.
Once the all clear was given Torian sheathed his blade once more and looked about. In his determination to serve this cause he had yet to report to the Warden's leader. He spotted the Dalish Elf dismounting his griffon, he quickly approached, his cloak blowing out behind him. As did another man in heavy armor that Torian saw out of the corner of his eye.
Hearing the man's introduction as he came to the Warden leader, Torian went to a knee before the elf and bowed his head. "And I as well, Milord. Torian Aldritch, Templar of the Order." He said proudly as he knelt, awaiting the Commander's word.
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
In their blood the Maker's will is written.
My shield is the open hand of the Maker
To protect His children with his Light
My sword is His closed fist
To smite the wicked and purge the corrupt
My life is the Maker's, not my own
For if I fall today I will not die
Instead I shall return to His side
To watch over His children till my vigil be done."
Prayed Torian as knelt before his sword and shield. The sword was stuck upright in the ground with his shield leaning against it. An ornate crosspiece with the sun of the Chantry emblazoned upon it was his focus. The ground was cold and wet under his knees, and has been for the entire four hours he had been praying. Yet he did not feel it for the light of the Maker warmed his body and allowed him to ignore the small discomfort of the earth.
As he finished his prayer Torian stood, his heavy armor clanking against itself as he moved. He lifted his shield, the Templar's sigil shining brightly in the sun, and finally his sword, wiping the dirt from the blade on his cloak before sliding into its sheath at his side.
Looking around himself Torian admired the fortress where the Wardens had gathered their recruits. It was an impressive place and Torian was glad to finally be a part of the events that had shaken the world. For too long he had been cast in the shadows of history, unable to step into the light to aid the land he loved, and protect the Maker's children. Now he was at the vanguard of the world and he would not be found wanting.
Torian was torn from his inner thoughts when a cry of Darkspawn came from the watchtower. One of the Grey Wardens called out orders and the fort scrambled to follow. Being a recruit himself Torian was supposed to go the walls, but he had no bow, so instead he went to the gates. Donning his winged Templar Helm Torian then drew his blade and readied himself should anything come close to the gates. Unfortunately for him nothing did. The Wardens and their griffons made very short work of the small Darkspawn raiding party. It was a sight to behold still, watching the glorious creatures take wing and bear their riders to rid the world of the corruption before them.
Once the all clear was given Torian sheathed his blade once more and looked about. In his determination to serve this cause he had yet to report to the Warden's leader. He spotted the Dalish Elf dismounting his griffon, he quickly approached, his cloak blowing out behind him. As did another man in heavy armor that Torian saw out of the corner of his eye.
Hearing the man's introduction as he came to the Warden leader, Torian went to a knee before the elf and bowed his head. "And I as well, Milord. Torian Aldritch, Templar of the Order." He said proudly as he knelt, awaiting the Commander's word.
Erin Draven
Erin looked over at the door as he heard loud shouting. Upon seeing Belial rushing headlong towards Matsuki, he couldn't help but chuckle. Erin quickly called the little bird back to him before falling backwards off his chair and slipping through the shadow. Appearing shortly after a little away from all the commotion, the little bird in the palm of his hand. Laughing joyfully at the friendly confrontation between the four wizards as Isshum and Vivian joined in.
"Do not worry about all this it is actually quite common behavior," Erin said to Marcus. Trying to put any fears to rest before the new mage decided to run away.
Then turning his attention back to the four wizards currently locked together he smiled that easy cheerful smile of his. "I'm just glad they haven't burned the place to the ground yet. It would be hard to find a new home as welcoming as this one. Though I believe it's time for this one to take leave else he be injured in the chaos." Erin said with another laugh before patting the little bird and tossing it to the air. Watching as it flew around chirping before zipping out the open door.
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Erin looked over at the door as he heard loud shouting. Upon seeing Belial rushing headlong towards Matsuki, he couldn't help but chuckle. Erin quickly called the little bird back to him before falling backwards off his chair and slipping through the shadow. Appearing shortly after a little away from all the commotion, the little bird in the palm of his hand. Laughing joyfully at the friendly confrontation between the four wizards as Isshum and Vivian joined in.
"Do not worry about all this it is actually quite common behavior," Erin said to Marcus. Trying to put any fears to rest before the new mage decided to run away.
Then turning his attention back to the four wizards currently locked together he smiled that easy cheerful smile of his. "I'm just glad they haven't burned the place to the ground yet. It would be hard to find a new home as welcoming as this one. Though I believe it's time for this one to take leave else he be injured in the chaos." Erin said with another laugh before patting the little bird and tossing it to the air. Watching as it flew around chirping before zipping out the open door.
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