Gardevoiran

The Narrow Path

Through the very small window in the room, you can see the moon's silver light shining through it and onto the ground in front of you. Aithwale roars as he raises his paw up to the window, as if trying to use the moon's light as a symbol.

Maggy is still k.o.'ed. Not even a stir from her yet besides the occasional snore of her adorable voice. It's rather cute, to tell you the truth.

You can hear the muffled shouts of a paladin desperately trying to bust through the rubble to get to you, however, you cannot hear her make any actual progress. Seems like you're stuck here for a few.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

In a swift motion the old man lifted his things up and ran into the passage, his arm being burned on his way as a small bit of lava splashed up onto him, causing him to roar with pain with an actual bear roar. He pat out the fire on his arm as he ran in and began to cast a healing spell on it as he thought about any good ideas. The rest of the party was making their way in, but this passage HAD to have another exit. It made sense, considering the abundance of Dark Elves in the area. They were rather cowardly by nature, if Ursaren's memory served him correctly, so them having another exit wasn't the worst idea.

"Can we wall them off once everyone gets in?" the bear man asked to nobody in particular, more as an overall question.

@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen@POOHEAD189@Fetzen

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Farce - Might be time to go...

@Spiffy@Xandrya@solokolos

"I thought you knew that we knew what we were doing?" Farce jokes as she pulls out her phone, sending a quick text to Zach saying "Dumpster outside. Meet us there?" They were outside of the coffee shop, it shouldn't take Zach more than a minute or two at most for him to get out of there.

Farce's attention was diverted to the girl that was knocked out and on the ground when she was brought up, and naturally, Dunn started to think about what they could do as Farce relayed his thoughts into actions. "My best guess? Hide the body and make the scene look like she got into an accident. Best way to get the heat off of Genevieve with the time we have." Farce quickly dragged the body to the dumpster as she scraped around for anything to make the scene look accidental. The group wasn't on the BEST side of Denver, but it definitely wasn't the worst either. There mainly were just a handful of bars around... that could work.

Farce pulled a glass bottle out of the dumpster, shivering at the griminess of it, before running it (and all of her hand) under a leaky water faucet in the same alley. The girl put some of the water in the faucet into the bottle as she planted it in the victim's hand. That'll do... something to fix the issue at hand.

"... we probably need to move away from here. Someone grab the map. Mantis, go get our boy, he's in the coffee shop."

Reign: Kingdom Come

@Spiffy@Skwint
That's dope, no joke. Rock on, 3DS man.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Lorenzo of Windor

Reign: Kingdom Come

Name: Lorenzo of Windor
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Dog handler/artist
Appearance: Lorenzo is 5'9 while standing with a more stocky build, especially in the upper body. He has shaggy/unkempt chocolate colored hair. His eyes are Hazel/green in appearance.


Background: Lorenzo grew up in the village of Windor. He was the obnly child of a hunter named Eldridge and his wife Loretta. Lorenzo's mother taught him how to see the beauty in everything. She always dreamed of being a painter for the wealthy nobility. Alas, they did not have the funds to afford it. Instead, she would take Lorenzo down by the stream and mix dirt into clay. She showed him how to make beautiful pieces even out of the most poor materials. She made birds, dogs, flowers, horses, clouds and many other works of nature. The spark of creativity was kindled in his heart in those formative years.

From his father, he learned a lot about the art of the bow. But what particularly interested Lorenzo, was the hounds he was able to hunt with. His father remarked how easily the dogs came to liking Lorenzo. Even the wild dogs seemed to get broken in without much effort on his part. Lorenzo raised a bloodhound pup until adulthood naming him "Loyal."

He was so gifted at the art of dog training that their liege lord, Bryce of Milborne took notice. He hired Lorenzo to be one of his personal hound trainers at his castle many miles away at the age of 15. His mother and father couldn't be prouder of him and sent him on his way with Loyal as a gift. After, a tearful goodbye he traveled to the castle with his lord's messengers. He would make a new life in the city of Milborne.

When Lorenzo arrived he was immediately met with many perplexed, scoffing hunters and trainers. Many of them couldn't believe one so young as he could possibly know more about training dogs. Even during his first time meeting the dogs, the leering crowds made Lorenzo nervous. In turn, the animals became anxious themselves. Lord Bryce looked on disappointed. The other trainers ridiculed and mocked him. He went away that day like a beat dog with his tail between his legs.

Despite his own insecurities and feelings of rejection, Lorenzo made it a point in his heart to overcome. Instead of heading to his living quarters, he decided to spend the night with the dogs in secret. For the next few weeks, he would train with the animals all day long and then go to sleep with them right outside their kennels. His bonds with the dogs grew very strong while the rest of the hunters and trainers looked on in bewilderment.

By the end of the month, all the dogs ran to Lorenzo as soon as the kennels opened up in the morning. Lord Bryce was very impressed. He instructed his head kennel master to have Lorenzo specifically train his personal blood hound. Lorenzo was honored to do so and that dog became the best hunting dog besides Loyal.

Two years passed and Lorenzo had been promoted to assistant kennel master, directly under the head. He was paid quite well and sent a large amount home to help his family. His mother could even begin painting! Life was looking up for Lorenzo. That was until he met a terrible accident.

Lorenzo and Loyal were traveling down the city roads coming home from work that evening. It had been a long day and Lorenzo couldn't wait to get home and practice with his art supplies he recently acquired. That's when a farmer lost control of his wagon and it came rolling down the road at an alarming speed. Before Lorenzo had time to turn around or react, it rolled over his legs and killed his dog, Loyal. In a flash the world turned upside down.

For the next few weeks, Lorenzo was bedridden. The local physician tended to him. Even his liege lord came and visited every so often. Unfortunately, nothing could console Lorenzo from the loss of his legs and even worse, the death of his best friend. During the last of his treatments the physician sadly told Lorenzo that he would never walk again. Lorenzo knew that a dog trainer required the use of his legs in order to work with the animals on the grounds. His professional prospects looked very grim.

During these darkest of days, his parents came and visited him. They cried with him and hugged for what seemed like ages. The pain of his loss was great, but their love for one another was greater. His parents informed Lorenzo they were moving to [SOMEWHERE] to make a life for themselves as well as help take care of him. Lorenzo felt a little guilty about having their help at his age. He wanted to be out on his own. Circumstances said differently.

They bought a small cottage on the outskirts of the city with their lord's blessing. There Eldridge hunted while Loretta and Lorenzo painted. They created many works of art his mom ended up selling them in town. Mostly to the middle/upper classes. Lorenzo however, refused to sell his own creations because he believed they looked horrendous. His mother tried to tell him otherwise, but he wouldn't hear it.

Now, the howls sometimes wake him in the night. Though, he knows that Loyal is long gone and buried. There is not a night that goes by that Lorenzo does not think about his him. Some of the townsfolk claim that when one dies the spirit moves on. Lorenzo is skeptical of these kinds of tales. Though, it is easier to believe when you lay in the quiet of the dark...

Personality

Demeanor: Lorenzo is a laid back individual who gets along with almost everybody. He loves his mom and dad though he thinks they smother him to much. It may not seem like it, but when Lorenzo wants something he has an insatiable drive to see whatever it is through until the very end. His tenacity and courage are powerful traits of his. He just needs the opportunity to use them. He had a tendency to downplay and dislike his own work. Whether that be his art, or his training he does for the dogs. After his tragic accident, he bottled up a lot of pain inside. He rarely goes out anymore fearing more sorrow.

Likes:
-Painting, drawing, and art in general.
-Dogs and other friendly animals.
-Hunting.
-Hooded cloaks.
-The color lavender.
-His family.

Dislikes:
-Sickness
-His art.
-Disrespect.
-Societal norms.
-Expectations.
-Spiders.

Skills:

Dog handler: Lorenzo has a natural gift for raising, training and taking care of dogs. Especially hunting ones.

Aspiring artist: Lorenzo has the goal to become a master painter. He knows enough to get by currently as an amateur.

Animal magnetism: Everywhere he goes, animals both wild and trained seem to take a liking to Lorenzo. As long as he isn't fearful.

Dreams: Lorenzo's dream is to one day run with the hounds through the forests on a grand hunt with Loyal. To become a master painter and make the entire land be in awe. He wishes to convey the beauty of life itself into his paintings, ending conflicts that petty folks small to great engage in.

Gear and Goods: Lorenzo owns a small cottage, a fine bow with a quiver of arrows, a couple of cloaks one lavender, painting supplies and some left over money from his days as a dog handler.

Relationships:
Loyal - The inseparable companion of Lorenzo, and his closest friend. From the many times he had been bitten by the dog or the many times the dog bit something to save him, the two became a perfect duo, like soup and crackers. Unfortunately, Loyal met an unfortunate fate at the hands of a carriage, but Lorenzo still lives on in glee with the fond memories of his companion.
Loretta - Lorenzo's mom, and main inspiration in his life. She taught him to see beauty in the world, and she was an outstanding mom in general. She still is, too, despite Lorenzo not showing affection a ton since the incident.
Eldridge - Lorenzo's Father, and the man who brought him into the world of dog-raising. From being a dumb kid that couldn't do a lot, this man brought him up from that, and he's awesome for doing that.
Lord Bryce - A big player in his life, the old Lord of Lorenzo wasn't always the kindest, but since he got his hunting companion, his entire opinion of Lorenzo had changed. The feelings were definitely mutual.
Martyrdom - The successor to Loyal, Martyrdom gives it his all despite still learning, and while Lorenzo does appreciate the dog for doing what he does, he doesn't like showing more affection than he has to because it makes him feel like a traitor to Loyal.

Unknown:

Oh shit I claimed the first Char Post. Nice.

Edit 11/30/2017 - Changed color from 662d91 to a187be

The Narrow Path

The bear nods back, his paw patting his chest as he sat as well. "Spprrrrroooorrrrccciiooooorrr... Wrrrrooooaarrr..." He was trying to get one more word out, but it was really tough for him to say it. Probably because his vocal cords weren't accustomed to human speech, as he was indeed a bear.

The Narrow Path

Maggy doesn't respond, but you can still see her chest moving, albeit barely. She's alive, and the thing she used as a makeshift bandage stopped her bleeding, so she likely just fainted from blood loss. She'll be fine in a while given she sees a healer.

The bear nods back as he roars at you, but not a normal roar. A roar trying to make a foreign noise. Incredibly so. Like he was trying to speak to you. "RRrrhhwwhhoooooor.... rrrryryoooooooouuuuu?"

The Narrow Path

You enter the stronghold to find it... well... abandoned. Everyone inside it vanished when you arrived, likely to fight you off, but now it was barren and empty save for the occasional mouse and... well... your group.

You clearly see Maggy unmoving on the bear's back as you hear the entrance crumble down behind you, trapping you in the room for right now. There's likely a back door you can take, but right now, the only exit you have has been blocked off.

The bear is a bit worried, but keeps his calm as he lowers Maggy onto her back with a slide, pacing around the small girl with a bit of a protective tone. At least, you think it's protective. He's not mad at you, for sure.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Overlook - Eye in the Sky

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@solokolos@Lugubrious@Old Amsterdam

> ESTABLISHING CONNECTION 100%

> BOOTING UP EYE 100%

> PREPARING LAUNCHER 100%

> LOWERING WINDOW 100%

> LAUNCH INITIATED IN PROGRESS

The window outside of Ruben's room opened up as a small cannon fired the Eye out of it, shooting it towards the Wards' general location at an alarming rate. Ruben didn't make it, but man was he glad he had it. Someone else gave it to him, possibly after modifying a T-Shirt cannon, and they launched it. Nice payment for a side job (that the PRT approved of, mind.)

A familiar tune sounded as a logo appeared on Ruben's monitor.

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The Eye's propeller spun into action as it took a free-flight mode, beginning it's descent and overview of the area the Wards were infiltrating. Ruben dropped his helmet onto his head as he spoke into his mic, tapping into the Wards comms as he did so.

"Overlook here. I'll be watching your backs in case of trouble."

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Kyoshi - Uh...

@yoshua171@Old Amsterdam

"H-Hello sir!" Kyoshi spoke first out of the group, being a de-facto leader of the team for the moment being. She was the veteran member on the team right now, so this was something she had to do... or at least she should do. "I'm Kyoshi, and these are Outsider and Rend," the girl pointed to both members respectively as she continued. "We were contacted by Miss Sheila Jones to come here because of potential problems with the Community. I apologize for anything that might happen to your shop in the next few minutes if anything does happen to it."

The Narrow Path

The bear roared as Maggy climbed onto his back, desperately trying to wrap something around her to stop the bleeding. Another wall crumbled in front of you as a familiar voice rings through the area.

"Tobias?! Are you in there?!" Jen, no doubt alerted by the smoke, came to your aid as she called out for your name. The walls where her voice was coming from crumbled down and blocked your path as the only way you could see out of here was deeper within the place. The same place where the bear emerged from in the first place.

You have to go inside to get out, it would seem.