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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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This was as far north as River had ever been. Colder than the city they had left behind, but the cold here was more pleasant. The cold here was cleaner, crisp, more pure.
She had been quiet on the drive over. She had gotten a car-sick. This wasn't surprising, she didn't take long car rides often anymore. If she traveled outside school in the city she walked or took a subway under the streets. The rare cab ride was never more than a few blocks. When traveling with other magicians over long distances the floo or portkey was choice.
She enjoyed her own quiet during the drive. She hadn't been to this part of the continent before, she leaned her head to the glass and let her eyes discover the snow-swathed landscape.
River thanked Addie's sister before stepping out, then stood in the snow with her friends. She hung back as Fonsus produced the navigation tools, watching the car vanish into the distance.
No turning back... Until 6 that is...
She pulled her hat over her ears. It was a grey and purple knit. Her socks matched in color and cable-knit pattern. They were created by the same hands, distant cousin with a holiday-hobby. The hat was too small and the socks were too big.
She leaned down to pull her socks up inside her boots. These were plain dark leather that laced up her shins. They were wonderfully warm and waterproof, muggle made, perfect for the snow. Her coat was coal grey, draping down to mid-thigh. She forgot her gloves in the car, and tucked her long dark fingers into her coat pockets.
"I'm ready." She said, looking for their path. She was looking forward to the hike, but, reminded herself that this was not a pleasure hike on an ordinary holiday vacation with friends... "Have we thought about what... We are going to say to him?"
... They had a mission... Clowers!
She had been quiet on the drive over. She had gotten a car-sick. This wasn't surprising, she didn't take long car rides often anymore. If she traveled outside school in the city she walked or took a subway under the streets. The rare cab ride was never more than a few blocks. When traveling with other magicians over long distances the floo or portkey was choice.
She enjoyed her own quiet during the drive. She hadn't been to this part of the continent before, she leaned her head to the glass and let her eyes discover the snow-swathed landscape.
River thanked Addie's sister before stepping out, then stood in the snow with her friends. She hung back as Fonsus produced the navigation tools, watching the car vanish into the distance.
No turning back... Until 6 that is...
She pulled her hat over her ears. It was a grey and purple knit. Her socks matched in color and cable-knit pattern. They were created by the same hands, distant cousin with a holiday-hobby. The hat was too small and the socks were too big.
She leaned down to pull her socks up inside her boots. These were plain dark leather that laced up her shins. They were wonderfully warm and waterproof, muggle made, perfect for the snow. Her coat was coal grey, draping down to mid-thigh. She forgot her gloves in the car, and tucked her long dark fingers into her coat pockets.
"I'm ready." She said, looking for their path. She was looking forward to the hike, but, reminded herself that this was not a pleasure hike on an ordinary holiday vacation with friends... "Have we thought about what... We are going to say to him?"
... They had a mission... Clowers!
Hey Hey, I saw the post in the interest check and I'm making one now. ^_^
If I may throw in...
Name: Kimi
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: She is not quite sure, she is starting to think she likes women more.
Kimi is an understated presence, quiet of voice and foot. She has long inky hair usually restrained into a bun or braid. She has a moon shaped face with small smooth features. Her skin is pale and her limbs limber and stickly, hardly a curve to be found on her figure. Her right arm is marked with a few thin scars, and a few small pieces of art; a long dragon wound a figure 8 on her wrist, a small rose bud on her shoulder, a long necked bird of some sort (an unfinished picture), crosses her collarbone. These are simple but neat designs without color. On her left arm some of her skin is pinkish and crinkled, patches of burn scars that start at her wrist and travel to her neck by her left ear.
Weapons: In her household, there are several swords of which Kimi does not really know how to use, nor is she really allowed to touch them. They are more for show in case of visitors, meant to look like old family weapons from the war, they have no real value. She prefers to carry a few small daggers that she can conceal. They have curved blades and black handles.
Other Gear: More important to her than weapons... Rope, lock picks, climbing gear, needle and thread, coins, glass, a dog whistle (She has a scar on her right leg from the first time she entered a home with a canine protector, she’s still a bit nervous around dogs).
Shaping: Kimi has no magical skill.
Other talents:
- She can appraise the value of most items, as is useful in her trade. She is an excellent climber, very dexterous and flexible. Swift and quiet. She can pick locks and escape bindings. She has a very good memory (She is sometimes told to look at something or someone, and simply describe what she sees as her job for the day.)
Companions:
- Roy, an Uncle. A simple and thin man with a crooked smile. He has a mild manner most of the time, and vicious edge when needed. He is more ambitious and ruthless than Kimi, though he is kind and protective of her.
Since the War:
Kimi lives in the Lower Ward with her Uncle, Roy. She is a rather low-level rouge. To be specific, she is a cat burglar on her more 'glamorous' evenings, a pickpocket when she is feeling lazy, sometimes a messenger or look-out for the higher ups. She can climb almost anything, pick locks, sneak around, she is dexterous and quiet. She is mostly at the beck and call of her Uncle Roy, whom after the war worked his way up the ranks of the Silence Cartel. He keeps her on the periphery, at arms length from their more serious dealings. Kimi was shy and quiet, never showing ambition to secure a more important position in the cartel. As it stands they use her talents when needed, and leave her alone the rest of the time. Sometimes work is plentiful, sometimes it is slow. She never starves, but, sometimes she gets bored.
She liked the idea of working the wedding, and seeing the splendor and wealth in the honest daylight, with out having to constantly look over her shoulder.
We will see how that goes.
Audition:
"Quiet, with me." A whisper in the dark, two pairs of footsteps, two shrouded figures: One tall, one small.
Kimi was the smaller shape, her eyes were wide and alert, a hand on her shoulder held her still. They waited in shadow for their way to be clear.
There was never quiet in the night, not any more, not during the siege. You could always hear the fighting and the dying. You could taste the smoke in the air. She could always smell burning wood and flesh. She could smell the rot of the undead.
"Hold this." She was handed a heavy rope, and her companion took the end and climbed the wall. He was like a spider. She waited until he had tied the end and pulled the rope in the usual manner, to signal her to follow.
She climbed, joining her teacher on the balcony. He showed her how to work the latch from the outside, then they entered the home.
He did not give her any further instructions. He had told her before what to look for. How to decide what was of value and what was not, how to tell true jewels from false.
There were so many empty houses. People went out to fight the invaders, they were gone a long while to fight, many never came home at all. Neighborhoods were abandoned and there was no time to pack everything and move... There was so much chaos, so much left unattended...
So much to collect.
Looting, stealing, robbing the disadvantaged.
Kimi felt her stomach turn as she filled her bag. Each item seemed to create a new cramp. It was only her third time out with her uncle. Learning a trade... This was the nicest house they had broken into yet. She was in a study, she noticed a pile of letters on the desk. Clues into the life of the homeowner... She looked at them, but, she could not read. Not yet. Her uncle promised to teach her that as well. He said that if she was quiet, and listened carefully, and learned quickly she would never go hungry again. If she was smart, and she did not get caught, and she paid her debt... She would be protected.
She looked up, her uncle glared at her and beckoned with a hand. She followed him into a bedroom. It was mess. The dresser was toppled over, the sheets and clothes scattered about. They were not the first thieves to come through this place.
... But they were better.
They scoured the remains f the mattress, behind the mirrors and paintings... It was behind a portrait that Kimi found a safe... It was her uncle who unlocked it. They stashed their spoils and left.
Kimi felt no safer on the way home. That sense that someone had seen her do something so wrong, or someone was watching, or they would take a wrong turn into a soldier and they would be caught.
It never happened. Roy was too good, and he knew the way.
She stepped over a dead body on the way back. She could not look down to see if they were wounded or starved. Or if they would rise again...
When they were home they sat across from one another at their table. One candle. Roy sorted their spoils. He was examining a blood-red stone when Kimi asked.
"What do we do if the siege... If we loose?"
"Then we will be zombies." Said Roy casually.
"Why dun we... Help?"
"We are." He looked at her now, annoyed. "We are helping the only one whos helped us... Ourselves. It does not matter who is in charge up there. They stay tucked safe up in the Lake Ward and the Lower Ward is left to waste. It won't matter who the war heros end up being, they will go back to the Lake and let the Lower Ward waste some more... The Silence rules here. You can always find Silence... And if you don't pay your debts, Silence will surely find you."
Roy took the spoils from the table, and put the most valuable things into the box that he would give to the Silence.
"You did well tonight." He was kind in his way. The sun was rising and so it was time for her to go to bed.
She climbed up into her loft. She did not have much but she still had no place for her things. Her uncles apartment was not built with two in mind. She had taken refuge here quite recently. It was too much all at once. Losing her father, moving, learning this new trade...
She cried quietly, not wanting to be scolded. She fell asleep reminding herself of what was promised to her... He said that if she was quiet, and listened carefully, and learned quickly she would never go hungry again. If she was smart, and she did not get caught, and she paid her debt... She would be protected... And if she didn't pay her debts the Silence would surely find her.
Name: Kimi
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: She is not quite sure, she is starting to think she likes women more.
Kimi is an understated presence, quiet of voice and foot. She has long inky hair usually restrained into a bun or braid. She has a moon shaped face with small smooth features. Her skin is pale and her limbs limber and stickly, hardly a curve to be found on her figure. Her right arm is marked with a few thin scars, and a few small pieces of art; a long dragon wound a figure 8 on her wrist, a small rose bud on her shoulder, a long necked bird of some sort (an unfinished picture), crosses her collarbone. These are simple but neat designs without color. On her left arm some of her skin is pinkish and crinkled, patches of burn scars that start at her wrist and travel to her neck by her left ear.
Weapons: In her household, there are several swords of which Kimi does not really know how to use, nor is she really allowed to touch them. They are more for show in case of visitors, meant to look like old family weapons from the war, they have no real value. She prefers to carry a few small daggers that she can conceal. They have curved blades and black handles.
Other Gear: More important to her than weapons... Rope, lock picks, climbing gear, needle and thread, coins, glass, a dog whistle (She has a scar on her right leg from the first time she entered a home with a canine protector, she’s still a bit nervous around dogs).
Shaping: Kimi has no magical skill.
Other talents:
- She can appraise the value of most items, as is useful in her trade. She is an excellent climber, very dexterous and flexible. Swift and quiet. She can pick locks and escape bindings. She has a very good memory (She is sometimes told to look at something or someone, and simply describe what she sees as her job for the day.)
Companions:
- Roy, an Uncle. A simple and thin man with a crooked smile. He has a mild manner most of the time, and vicious edge when needed. He is more ambitious and ruthless than Kimi, though he is kind and protective of her.
Since the War:
Kimi lives in the Lower Ward with her Uncle, Roy. She is a rather low-level rouge. To be specific, she is a cat burglar on her more 'glamorous' evenings, a pickpocket when she is feeling lazy, sometimes a messenger or look-out for the higher ups. She can climb almost anything, pick locks, sneak around, she is dexterous and quiet. She is mostly at the beck and call of her Uncle Roy, whom after the war worked his way up the ranks of the Silence Cartel. He keeps her on the periphery, at arms length from their more serious dealings. Kimi was shy and quiet, never showing ambition to secure a more important position in the cartel. As it stands they use her talents when needed, and leave her alone the rest of the time. Sometimes work is plentiful, sometimes it is slow. She never starves, but, sometimes she gets bored.
She liked the idea of working the wedding, and seeing the splendor and wealth in the honest daylight, with out having to constantly look over her shoulder.
We will see how that goes.
Audition:
"Quiet, with me." A whisper in the dark, two pairs of footsteps, two shrouded figures: One tall, one small.
Kimi was the smaller shape, her eyes were wide and alert, a hand on her shoulder held her still. They waited in shadow for their way to be clear.
There was never quiet in the night, not any more, not during the siege. You could always hear the fighting and the dying. You could taste the smoke in the air. She could always smell burning wood and flesh. She could smell the rot of the undead.
"Hold this." She was handed a heavy rope, and her companion took the end and climbed the wall. He was like a spider. She waited until he had tied the end and pulled the rope in the usual manner, to signal her to follow.
She climbed, joining her teacher on the balcony. He showed her how to work the latch from the outside, then they entered the home.
He did not give her any further instructions. He had told her before what to look for. How to decide what was of value and what was not, how to tell true jewels from false.
There were so many empty houses. People went out to fight the invaders, they were gone a long while to fight, many never came home at all. Neighborhoods were abandoned and there was no time to pack everything and move... There was so much chaos, so much left unattended...
So much to collect.
Looting, stealing, robbing the disadvantaged.
Kimi felt her stomach turn as she filled her bag. Each item seemed to create a new cramp. It was only her third time out with her uncle. Learning a trade... This was the nicest house they had broken into yet. She was in a study, she noticed a pile of letters on the desk. Clues into the life of the homeowner... She looked at them, but, she could not read. Not yet. Her uncle promised to teach her that as well. He said that if she was quiet, and listened carefully, and learned quickly she would never go hungry again. If she was smart, and she did not get caught, and she paid her debt... She would be protected.
She looked up, her uncle glared at her and beckoned with a hand. She followed him into a bedroom. It was mess. The dresser was toppled over, the sheets and clothes scattered about. They were not the first thieves to come through this place.
... But they were better.
They scoured the remains f the mattress, behind the mirrors and paintings... It was behind a portrait that Kimi found a safe... It was her uncle who unlocked it. They stashed their spoils and left.
Kimi felt no safer on the way home. That sense that someone had seen her do something so wrong, or someone was watching, or they would take a wrong turn into a soldier and they would be caught.
It never happened. Roy was too good, and he knew the way.
She stepped over a dead body on the way back. She could not look down to see if they were wounded or starved. Or if they would rise again...
When they were home they sat across from one another at their table. One candle. Roy sorted their spoils. He was examining a blood-red stone when Kimi asked.
"What do we do if the siege... If we loose?"
"Then we will be zombies." Said Roy casually.
"Why dun we... Help?"
"We are." He looked at her now, annoyed. "We are helping the only one whos helped us... Ourselves. It does not matter who is in charge up there. They stay tucked safe up in the Lake Ward and the Lower Ward is left to waste. It won't matter who the war heros end up being, they will go back to the Lake and let the Lower Ward waste some more... The Silence rules here. You can always find Silence... And if you don't pay your debts, Silence will surely find you."
Roy took the spoils from the table, and put the most valuable things into the box that he would give to the Silence.
"You did well tonight." He was kind in his way. The sun was rising and so it was time for her to go to bed.
She climbed up into her loft. She did not have much but she still had no place for her things. Her uncles apartment was not built with two in mind. She had taken refuge here quite recently. It was too much all at once. Losing her father, moving, learning this new trade...
She cried quietly, not wanting to be scolded. She fell asleep reminding herself of what was promised to her... He said that if she was quiet, and listened carefully, and learned quickly she would never go hungry again. If she was smart, and she did not get caught, and she paid her debt... She would be protected... And if she didn't pay her debts the Silence would surely find her.
I'm keeping an eye on this one. 😁
I'm interested also.😁
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I'm interested too.
Hey guys, three months late, oops. I posted a wrap up. I know there are some big jumps, but, you can post a fill in if you want of your character escaping, or not. If enough of you want to I will make a new thread. If not I can close the story there for now. I am really sorry I have been so inconsistent. You deserve better GMing.
Anyway, hope everyone is well!
Anyway, hope everyone is well!
Hirshe began to shake and steam. The steam would suddenly burn, hot, and singe the flesh of anyone who touched it... Perhaps a thick skinned gargoyle or a felt skinned monster would not feel the effects so much... The woman holding the shield on the glass, however, was neither and she screamed as a stream of red steam struck her ankles.
Then the steam became cold, fogging the windows that showed the sea. Hirshe shook, vibrating violently, then... He became still. The glow faded.
His head rolled to one side, his breath stopped... For a moment...
Then it turned, and a voice his friends would recognize he said... "huh?"
The glass cracked, the girl holding the shield passed out, water began to seep through the seams.
Meanwhile above, Tristian, stared, wide eyed.
"My friend... My dear friend... I didn't know... If I had..."
"Lies do not suit you, Tristian. Even when you believe them." Dzel spoke, but in a voice that was not her own. It was deeper, masculine, like smoke. Her face changed, she grew taller. Her black hair shortened, and seemed to rust, turning orange, her skin paled and freckled...
Her face changed into a face that all the other-worlders would recognize, or perhaps not recognize, but find familiar. Either in a distant memory, something from a half remembered nightmare...
Herbert would recognize the face, and remember the name.
Smith.
Tristian fell to his knees, his blood, his life water, falling out of him. The ship he commanded with his power, began to tilt and sink. "I wish I could go back and... I would have..."
"You were there, Tristian. You did nothing, Trisitan. Peace keeper... Coward. I am going to kill all the rest, and then I am going home. Damn the cost."
When Tristian died, the animals went wild with rage and sorrow. The whales and fish and creatures that followed the fleet of vessels struck the side of the submarines, cried into the sea, turned upon one another and the humans that traveled with Tristian.
"Time to go." Said Smith, and grabbed Herberts hand.
But someone else grabbed Herberts other hand, The other Dzel perhaps. It would all become chaotic as the submarine began to fill with water.
Rozalind shot at Smith. "This way!" she missed, her bullets made more holes in the walls, more holes for water to come into the hall.
Then Dzel touched the side of the giant Wolf Wolfe, there was no more time to be afraid. "Come with us." The beast who had found control, could also now find some more of himself, some peace...
How did they get away from Smith? Did he escape the sinking ship? As the team desperately escaped into pods and lifeboats Smith never seemed to hurry or worry, he just stood and watched them flee, the water rising around his knees.
Injured, confused, the survivors of TRIDENT were few. The other-worlders gathered on the surface, on a strange beach... baffled... puzzled... Nightmares and puzzles would haunt them... Mysteries that begged to be answered.
The mystery of the RIFT needed to be solved...
... To be continued.
Then the steam became cold, fogging the windows that showed the sea. Hirshe shook, vibrating violently, then... He became still. The glow faded.
His head rolled to one side, his breath stopped... For a moment...
Then it turned, and a voice his friends would recognize he said... "huh?"
The glass cracked, the girl holding the shield passed out, water began to seep through the seams.
Meanwhile above, Tristian, stared, wide eyed.
"My friend... My dear friend... I didn't know... If I had..."
"Lies do not suit you, Tristian. Even when you believe them." Dzel spoke, but in a voice that was not her own. It was deeper, masculine, like smoke. Her face changed, she grew taller. Her black hair shortened, and seemed to rust, turning orange, her skin paled and freckled...
Her face changed into a face that all the other-worlders would recognize, or perhaps not recognize, but find familiar. Either in a distant memory, something from a half remembered nightmare...
Herbert would recognize the face, and remember the name.
Smith.
Tristian fell to his knees, his blood, his life water, falling out of him. The ship he commanded with his power, began to tilt and sink. "I wish I could go back and... I would have..."
"You were there, Tristian. You did nothing, Trisitan. Peace keeper... Coward. I am going to kill all the rest, and then I am going home. Damn the cost."
When Tristian died, the animals went wild with rage and sorrow. The whales and fish and creatures that followed the fleet of vessels struck the side of the submarines, cried into the sea, turned upon one another and the humans that traveled with Tristian.
"Time to go." Said Smith, and grabbed Herberts hand.
But someone else grabbed Herberts other hand, The other Dzel perhaps. It would all become chaotic as the submarine began to fill with water.
Rozalind shot at Smith. "This way!" she missed, her bullets made more holes in the walls, more holes for water to come into the hall.
Then Dzel touched the side of the giant Wolf Wolfe, there was no more time to be afraid. "Come with us." The beast who had found control, could also now find some more of himself, some peace...
How did they get away from Smith? Did he escape the sinking ship? As the team desperately escaped into pods and lifeboats Smith never seemed to hurry or worry, he just stood and watched them flee, the water rising around his knees.
Injured, confused, the survivors of TRIDENT were few. The other-worlders gathered on the surface, on a strange beach... baffled... puzzled... Nightmares and puzzles would haunt them... Mysteries that begged to be answered.
The mystery of the RIFT needed to be solved...
... To be continued.
Coolio, though one thing. Rozalind and Twain had met up.
In knew I was missing something!!
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