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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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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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derpderpderp. Things better here. How about with you?
"Search for Aslan..." Caspian sat down at the long table. "That is an idea..."
Lysander rolled his eyes quietly. He was not entirely convinced that this 'Aslan' character even existed.
"And we shall seek allies. Reephicheep? Can you please let me know the status of our ambassadors abroad? If they have not already been sent messages, be sure that they are now." The mouse saluted and scurried off down the corridor. King Caspian sighed and slumped in his chair a bit. The mouse was his friend, but not like Celine and Lysander, whom he could relax around more easily. It was like when the Kings and Queens of old were still there after the revolution, true friends.
"Celine, I am sorry that there is not more we can do." He reached out to hold her hand. "I'll never let the queen take you..."
"Where does the lion live?" Lysander interjected over the sensitive moment.
"I... I'm not sure..." Caspian shook his head. "We shall have to consult the histories."
Lysander rolled his eyes quietly. He was not entirely convinced that this 'Aslan' character even existed.
"And we shall seek allies. Reephicheep? Can you please let me know the status of our ambassadors abroad? If they have not already been sent messages, be sure that they are now." The mouse saluted and scurried off down the corridor. King Caspian sighed and slumped in his chair a bit. The mouse was his friend, but not like Celine and Lysander, whom he could relax around more easily. It was like when the Kings and Queens of old were still there after the revolution, true friends.
"Celine, I am sorry that there is not more we can do." He reached out to hold her hand. "I'll never let the queen take you..."
"Where does the lion live?" Lysander interjected over the sensitive moment.
"I... I'm not sure..." Caspian shook his head. "We shall have to consult the histories."
Oh wow, sorry for letting this slide so long guys. Overwhelmed with work and got sick as well.
I tried to spice things up with the big plots... but Things are not easing into the plot so easily as the last thread. And I only know what the GM had planned up to a point...hmmm
Who's still around and interested? Should we brave forward? restart and recruit? what do you guys think?
I tried to spice things up with the big plots... but Things are not easing into the plot so easily as the last thread. And I only know what the GM had planned up to a point...hmmm
Who's still around and interested? Should we brave forward? restart and recruit? what do you guys think?
He had been to late to save his family. But perhaps he was not to late to save everyone else...
Everyone.
Rhys was not an ordinary farmer. He was a retired soldier. He had lain down his sword in favor of a solve. He sought to lead an honest life and absolve the sins committed during war. He had fought his way out of the village and to the city.
He sat across from two people.
One was the Commander of the city's guard. They were loosely acquainted, having both served under the same commander once. His name was Lemure.
The other was a representative of the Magnus. The woman had announced her title, but Rhys could never figure out the mage hierarchy. It seemed all twisted and incestuous. He hoped that whomever he was talking to had some sway in the counsel. For what he had to say was important.
"What you describe is magic." The mage, Carine, wore a long black robe with a red sash. "It can not be. We monitor magical activities very carefully. And that is far to much magic for a rouge-wizard, or to go undetected by our divinations." She sat and folded her hands calmly. "Perhaps a hallucination?" She seemed cold and uncaring, but Carine had to consider every possibility. That was her job.
"I hallucinated nothing." Rhys looked at her with tired eyes.
"I believe you." Commander Lemure, recognizing the look of a soldier after battle. "But who could have done such a thing? And how?" He turned to the woman. "You claim that you would detect something of that scale, but are surprised... is the counsel hiding something? Another rouge experiment perhaps?" There was a quiet grudge between the magic-users and those without 'the talent' in the city's politics.
"No. This is something else. We need to know more. Surely there are other survivors. Let us search the country and the city for them and gather them to be questioned."
"Questioned? Perhaps we should help them as well. I know that's a quaint idea for civil servants..."
"Agreed. We will find any other survivors and question them, and assist if we can." The commander stood, ready to take action. "I will also prepare a team to investigate the township. Best send mages with them as well, the magic creatures might be strong there."
"Find them quickly." Rhys groaned and limped on his old leg as he moved. Rhys wasn't sure how much longer they had until the monsters came for them here...
Everyone.
Rhys was not an ordinary farmer. He was a retired soldier. He had lain down his sword in favor of a solve. He sought to lead an honest life and absolve the sins committed during war. He had fought his way out of the village and to the city.
He sat across from two people.
One was the Commander of the city's guard. They were loosely acquainted, having both served under the same commander once. His name was Lemure.
The other was a representative of the Magnus. The woman had announced her title, but Rhys could never figure out the mage hierarchy. It seemed all twisted and incestuous. He hoped that whomever he was talking to had some sway in the counsel. For what he had to say was important.
"What you describe is magic." The mage, Carine, wore a long black robe with a red sash. "It can not be. We monitor magical activities very carefully. And that is far to much magic for a rouge-wizard, or to go undetected by our divinations." She sat and folded her hands calmly. "Perhaps a hallucination?" She seemed cold and uncaring, but Carine had to consider every possibility. That was her job.
"I hallucinated nothing." Rhys looked at her with tired eyes.
"I believe you." Commander Lemure, recognizing the look of a soldier after battle. "But who could have done such a thing? And how?" He turned to the woman. "You claim that you would detect something of that scale, but are surprised... is the counsel hiding something? Another rouge experiment perhaps?" There was a quiet grudge between the magic-users and those without 'the talent' in the city's politics.
"No. This is something else. We need to know more. Surely there are other survivors. Let us search the country and the city for them and gather them to be questioned."
"Questioned? Perhaps we should help them as well. I know that's a quaint idea for civil servants..."
"Agreed. We will find any other survivors and question them, and assist if we can." The commander stood, ready to take action. "I will also prepare a team to investigate the township. Best send mages with them as well, the magic creatures might be strong there."
"Find them quickly." Rhys groaned and limped on his old leg as he moved. Rhys wasn't sure how much longer they had until the monsters came for them here...
Caspian continued to pace and fume, and Lysander continued to look dour and sad.
“We can not negotiate with her! It is surely an evil trick! She would attack us anyhow. To regain Narnia is the desire of her black heart…” Caspian turned to his companions, tightening his fist.
“Are you certain?” Lysander looked confused. “Pardon me… but I know less of her and Narnia’s history than yourselves. Mathias is the one that she invaded, not Narnia. Are you so certain she is not satisfied with her conquest?” He shook his head. “Even so, I doubt she is wholly in control of Mathias anyhow. There are still rebels factions and loyalists both about their countryside… She is still working to subdue the Mathias just so as it was in Narnia's winter days. She will be quite occupied with Mathias for some time. We need not rush to conclusions or actions. We have time to plan.” He folded his hands on the long table. “Pray tell me… how was it, in legend, that the Ice Queen was defeated last time?”
“By Aslan’s just paw!” Caspian was red in the cheeks. “Aslan was even slain by her own blade on the ancient stone table. She thought that she had gotten the best of him, while he sacrificed himself for King Edmund… but Alas, Aslan can not be defeated! He rose from the dead and surpassed her power and killed her the next day!” It was an old strange story… on of his favorites.
“It seems he did not kill her. Do we wait? Will this battle-beast only defend Narnia or will he fight for Mathias as well?”
“Battle-Beast?” Caspian turned, offended.
“Every story I hear of him is in the fray… killing the snow-queen, or the armies of your uncle… I meant no offense highness…” he raised his hands in the air like white flags of surrender and lowered his head. “Still… I wonder… do we wait? or act?”
“We can not negotiate with her! It is surely an evil trick! She would attack us anyhow. To regain Narnia is the desire of her black heart…” Caspian turned to his companions, tightening his fist.
“Are you certain?” Lysander looked confused. “Pardon me… but I know less of her and Narnia’s history than yourselves. Mathias is the one that she invaded, not Narnia. Are you so certain she is not satisfied with her conquest?” He shook his head. “Even so, I doubt she is wholly in control of Mathias anyhow. There are still rebels factions and loyalists both about their countryside… She is still working to subdue the Mathias just so as it was in Narnia's winter days. She will be quite occupied with Mathias for some time. We need not rush to conclusions or actions. We have time to plan.” He folded his hands on the long table. “Pray tell me… how was it, in legend, that the Ice Queen was defeated last time?”
“By Aslan’s just paw!” Caspian was red in the cheeks. “Aslan was even slain by her own blade on the ancient stone table. She thought that she had gotten the best of him, while he sacrificed himself for King Edmund… but Alas, Aslan can not be defeated! He rose from the dead and surpassed her power and killed her the next day!” It was an old strange story… on of his favorites.
“It seems he did not kill her. Do we wait? Will this battle-beast only defend Narnia or will he fight for Mathias as well?”
“Battle-Beast?” Caspian turned, offended.
“Every story I hear of him is in the fray… killing the snow-queen, or the armies of your uncle… I meant no offense highness…” he raised his hands in the air like white flags of surrender and lowered his head. “Still… I wonder… do we wait? or act?”
sososo sorry.
so three people quit within twenty minutes, and I'm a mangaer so, that means I get to fill in all thoes shifts until we find someone, which, our GM does not want to hire anyone. >.>;;;; so then I get sick, then I get better... and one more person doesn't-show-up... so guess who gets to cover those shifts toooooo ;-; le-me
but i have not forgotten our adventures! and have something in the works! forgive me fairest lady!
so three people quit within twenty minutes, and I'm a mangaer so, that means I get to fill in all thoes shifts until we find someone, which, our GM does not want to hire anyone. >.>;;;; so then I get sick, then I get better... and one more person doesn't-show-up... so guess who gets to cover those shifts toooooo ;-; le-me
but i have not forgotten our adventures! and have something in the works! forgive me fairest lady!
Sounds like a plan to me!
I will fix that hanging word... sorry I have not been posting, been feeling ill, but I'm better now and back in action!
I shall post soon!
Have fun!<3
I posted! Gisk, perhaps write a delay between when Fonsus and River arrive. :O
I posted! Gisk, perhaps write a delay between when Fonsus and River arrive. :O
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