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11 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
11 yrs ago
BLUH

Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

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I haven't been affecting the weather. o_O
"Hmm."
"Hm."
"Hmmmmmmmm."
"Perplexing."
"Huh."

The shadow soldier stared at the photograph in his hand, then back at the devastated wasteland around him. A fire burned solitary in the ruins of a house to his right, and what used to be a castle stood ahead of him. The grasses were fertile and green but stained with blood, and some of the trees were off kilter, their trunks broken and torn.

Cho scratched his head and took a look at the photograph again. It described a castle with a relief so ornate, it didn't belong in a place full of wanton destruction like this. His weapons bore the same confused looks on their faces, each trying to figure out if the pile of rubble ahead of them was the right building or not.

"I swear this isn't the place."

"Maybe you shouldn't have taken that left turn at Albuquerque, boss."

He sighed as his weapons, save for his pistol, giggled and chuckled in amusement at the "joke".

"Very funny, Barr."

"Whaaaaat?"

"In any case, I guess we could look for a local or something to ask about this place. If this is the right castle, then we're in luck. If not, then it's another few days of wandering for us."

Saying that, he kept the photo and walked towards the ruined castle. Mayhaps someone there could tell him more about this place.
@Mr Allen J Allen I'm in the pad, if you want to see the stuff I'm writing.
Posted. This is fun!
Wreathed in a weathered brown hooded cloak, Skrax made his way towards the Tower. The cold made him shiver, biting straight into his bones, as brittle as they were. The trek up the mountain ridge had been arduous but strangely peaceful, past the howling winds and pouring snow. He'd taken the trek as a chance to meditate, reciting the scriptures engraved on the prayer beads he wore around his torso and tattooed on his chest and back. Formless, the words cycled and circled in his mind, guiding and strengthening his journey forward.

Just previously, before he'd even entered the Drangazi range, he'd been a ways away, in the township of Anthorp, healing the sick and meditating on past teachings and scriptures. It was also there that he'd dealt with a nasty bandit gang that had been terrorising the town for their grain and livestock and women.

From there, word had reached him of the mysterious Tower. A mysterious employer, seeking hands to venture into the Tower for its riches and dark secrets. Several of his kin, wanderers in their own regard, had ventured into that dark place in search of its riches. None had returned. It had been ages since, and the chance was too tempting to pass up. Nevertheless, he mediated on his need to delve into the darkness, and his inner soul had said yes. If not for riches, for answers and to develop himself further in his everlasting quest for enlightenment. He was to meet five others, Seekers, just like him, and upon the forming of their little group their quest inwards would begin.

Downward he went, as the snow thinned and trees sprang to life around him through the carpet of white. Eventually the ridge led downward into a thick forest, teeming with wildlife. The sounds and smells of the forest sent his thoughts back home, to Caldaria. As he walked, staff ahead of him, he wondered about his family and his village. More than a decade had passed since his departure, and though such amounts of time were mere blinks of the eye to his people, it still felt like forever.

"I miss home."

The forest eventually turned into a clearing, and the Tower itself stood amidst the grass and foliage, decrepit and seemingly abandoned. Nearby, also emerging from the forest, was a dwarf, clad in some strange armour, with tools on several belts and a firearm strapped to his back. With a wave of his staff he approached the dwarf as he sat upon the stone staircase leading upward into the Tower's main floor.

"Ho there, stranger! Are you perchance one of the five others I am to wait for?"
I must be the lawful good paladin lol
Alrighty. So I guess @LeeRoy is gonna make first post then.

Any arena preferences?
Intro posts soon? :D
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Me and Zombiedude have a plot cooked up that revolves around Cora's ded body, Marcus easily could play a part in it.


Should we do this collab on the PiratePad?
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