FateWeaver

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

While Cronus took a moment to peer through a device that looked like nothing so much as a double-spyglass, albeit shorter than any spyglass Morgan had ever seen, the knight returned his sword to its scabbard. For the moment, the only commotion had been one of the figures returning, only to continue on in the other direction. As he approached, Morgan could see that the man's visage was twisted and scarred. The man did not stop, and as he ran through the group Morgan caught the turn of the seafarer's head back to those around her. One man among them seemed to be attempting to take charge of the situation, but that seemed to be of little concern to the pair standing several yards away.

"It seems that the village is inhabited Sir Morgan its likely they could have answers." The words brought Morgan's attention back around to the village, and he smiled.

"At least we are not alone here. Shall we go see what answers they may have in store together then? I'd not look forward to traveling alone in this place. If that being of flame was any indication, there are threats here I have never imagined."

@Billsomething

RWBY: The Last Dawn

Ah, yes, initiation. Got up early cuz I couldn't stop thinking about this. Anyway, now all I've got to do is figure out how Orlan will land (relatively) safely...

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

It's all fine. Honestly, I hadn't even thought about the lack of color in the picture until a couple hours ago.

Onikisu

I'm intrigued.

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

Morgan's picture is in black and white, so I added some written detail below it to help. Just one short sentence really.

Grimtooth

Luca doesn't get hangovers, he gets drunk again.

Also just realized, I forgot this was a masquerade. Editting in a mask now.

Grimtooth

And so the thief makes it first. More wine for me!

Grimtooth

Luca had been standing in the shadows near the gates of the famous Toadmere Rookery when, presumably at seven exactly, the gates had swung open. Upon entering, he offered the grim caretaker only a smile alongside his invitation, having neither questions nor coat for the man. Indeed, Luca's garments were different from his usual garb only in that they were made of finer cloth and for once, entirely clean.

His outfit, such as it was, consisted of a loose and billowy white shirt with large brass buttons remaining undone along the collar. His legs were clad in simple black pants, the ends of which dissapeared into fine leather boots. He had forgone his usual "cloak," a thin red coat worn nearly to a rag, instead sporting a maroon vest with golden trim. A wide belt of leather held the shirt and pants to his waist, as well as a small knife at the small of his back, hidden by the vest. Two simple bands, one gold and one silver, adorned the third finger of his right hand. All of this was of course stolen, which showed in the way that they were all slightly too large, as though made for a taller man. He thought his mask to be comically simple, a piece of black leather over the top half of his face as highwaymen and thieves of stereotype are wont to wear, secured by a black ribbon.

At least the boots fit well... Luca thought as his swaggering strides took him into the ballroom. Standing in the doorway for a moment, he looks around slowly to take in the scene before him. A smile spreads across his lips as he beholds the table, and he saunters up to it casually. Selecting and opening a bottle of wine at random, he proceeds to pour himself a glass.

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

Crap, already forgetting to do the mention thing.

@Billsomething

The Wanting World – A Fantasy RP

Morgan turned again with a start when the other man the beind had circled addressed him. At least, the assumed there was a man under the mask and cloak. A foreign and strange-looking weapon hung at his side by a strap, and a motley asortment of gear was supported by the pack on his back. With his hood down, Morgan could see that the stranger had long red hair, not differing too much from his own auburn mane. If he imagined the mask as a knight's helm, he could see the two of them being not so different from one another.

"Hail and well met," Morgan greeted the other man, recognizing at the very least a fellow warrior. "I am Ser Morgan Selwyn, of... Well, I am not so sure that matters any more. Since we all evidently arrived together, I can only assume we share a lack of knowledge of this land." Looking around while he spoke, Morgan studied the decaying situation around the seafarer for a moment before turning his gaze to the horizon and the village he could barely see. "I was hoping that... whatever that was would be able to tell me about this place, but it seems we have been left to our own devices. I intend to visit yon settlement and see what I can learn."