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well oops. Double Mention. Sorry guys >.<
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Everyone who is at a bump in the road just know we're all here to support you and there's always good things just around the corner.
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You don't persay owe me money. But if you have money to spare I won't say no. ;)
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well oops. Double Mention. Sorry guys >.<
Posted in the I.C. I dont think the mentions worked because I edited them in after I hit the post button for the first time.
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Gareth hated this guy, whoever he was. He hated being imprisoned in a room, with only his kidnapper's voice threatening him for information and laughing constantly. It didn't help his mood that everytime Razor said something back, to try and show that his guy didn't scare him. (Drake) would point to the bloody swords on the wall, and say casually, "You wouldn't want to be the next one to 'get it', would you?"
The hours dragged on and Razer was beginning to grow hungry. He was also sore from the ropes binding him to the chair. He wasn't going to give (Drake) the satisfaction of showing that he was uncomfortable. Probably no chance anyone is going to save me tho, as I haven't exactly made any close friends here... He thought glumly.
Abruptly Razer was lifted into the air, chair and all. And marched out towards where? He didn't know. He could tell that he had spent the whole day imprisoned as the night sky and moon made it only too obvious. This is probably goodbye, I'm sorry mother and father for failing you and all Kil'garens. He said farewell in his mind.
The Marching continued with ten of the sellswords leading the group and ten trailing behind watching for any threats.
Abruptly a graveyard came into view and they plopped Razer in his tied up prison of a chair next to a tree in the very far corner of the graveyard. There they had three men very tightly tie Razer and chair around the tree, making sure there was no way in hell he would free himself.
Drake nodded as he watched his men tie Razer up like a vicious animal that should be restrained. That tiger should be happy I haven't already killed him.he thought smugly.
He saw in the corner of his eye that Carlos was in position, on a rooftop behind the graveyard and also behind 'razer's tree' with only his longbow and the top of his head remotely visible.
Just then he heard a voice it seemed to come from a stone, such that it was so cold without a note of a smile behind it. Drake smiled as he calmly walked the path in the middle of the graveyard. Drake was a tall man, with two earings in each ear, short spiky red hair and small black eyes. He was wearing a loose vest of blue silk that he had robbed from some poor fool a short while ago. Drake stopped in the middle of the circle of his men, each man's sword already drawn. He had the last ten of his men in a circle around razer's tree, their swords also drawn.
Two of the men took a half step aside so Drake could see the source of such a cold sounding demand. Drake spotted (James Blackwell), "So you are the one who is so pissed off." He said as he leered at James.
"Well now, Razor is just over there." Drake was pointing at the tree in the back with the ring of sellswords guarding it." He turned back to James as he put his hand to his long curved sword (Scimitar), he drew the weapon from its sheath. Then flicked his wrist as he flipped the weapon in the air and deftly caught it by the handle, showing that handling weapons was child's play for him.
Back to business he curtly said, "Now, do you have some small valuables I can't see with you? Or is you and Tiger going to sleep in this graveyard permanently." As the last words left Drake's mouth, the sellswords around him tensed ready for the inevitable bloodbath.
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Razor eyes widened as he heard a voice demand where he was. Someone has come to save me!He was more than happy he was overjoyed.
Then he looked towards all the sellswords around his tree and he looked down glumly, Whoever you are run... You can't save me....He thought glumly.
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The hours dragged on and Razer was beginning to grow hungry. He was also sore from the ropes binding him to the chair. He wasn't going to give (Drake) the satisfaction of showing that he was uncomfortable. Probably no chance anyone is going to save me tho, as I haven't exactly made any close friends here... He thought glumly.
Abruptly Razer was lifted into the air, chair and all. And marched out towards where? He didn't know. He could tell that he had spent the whole day imprisoned as the night sky and moon made it only too obvious. This is probably goodbye, I'm sorry mother and father for failing you and all Kil'garens. He said farewell in his mind.
The Marching continued with ten of the sellswords leading the group and ten trailing behind watching for any threats.
Abruptly a graveyard came into view and they plopped Razer in his tied up prison of a chair next to a tree in the very far corner of the graveyard. There they had three men very tightly tie Razer and chair around the tree, making sure there was no way in hell he would free himself.
Drake nodded as he watched his men tie Razer up like a vicious animal that should be restrained. That tiger should be happy I haven't already killed him.he thought smugly.
He saw in the corner of his eye that Carlos was in position, on a rooftop behind the graveyard and also behind 'razer's tree' with only his longbow and the top of his head remotely visible.
Just then he heard a voice it seemed to come from a stone, such that it was so cold without a note of a smile behind it. Drake smiled as he calmly walked the path in the middle of the graveyard. Drake was a tall man, with two earings in each ear, short spiky red hair and small black eyes. He was wearing a loose vest of blue silk that he had robbed from some poor fool a short while ago. Drake stopped in the middle of the circle of his men, each man's sword already drawn. He had the last ten of his men in a circle around razer's tree, their swords also drawn.
Two of the men took a half step aside so Drake could see the source of such a cold sounding demand. Drake spotted (James Blackwell), "So you are the one who is so pissed off." He said as he leered at James.
"Well now, Razor is just over there." Drake was pointing at the tree in the back with the ring of sellswords guarding it." He turned back to James as he put his hand to his long curved sword (Scimitar), he drew the weapon from its sheath. Then flicked his wrist as he flipped the weapon in the air and deftly caught it by the handle, showing that handling weapons was child's play for him.
Back to business he curtly said, "Now, do you have some small valuables I can't see with you? Or is you and Tiger going to sleep in this graveyard permanently." As the last words left Drake's mouth, the sellswords around him tensed ready for the inevitable bloodbath.
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Razor eyes widened as he heard a voice demand where he was. Someone has come to save me!He was more than happy he was overjoyed.
Then he looked towards all the sellswords around his tree and he looked down glumly, Whoever you are run... You can't save me....He thought glumly.
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I've got this new idea and want to see if there are any people out there that may be interested in developing this idea.
I was thinking about a RP that will be centered upon the lasting actions of our characters. Our characters will start in...let's say Neanderthal era and they'll have to make some changes that will have an impact on our characters from the next era and so on.
Let's say one character will harness magic. In the next era magic will exist ( so will magical creatures etc ). Or. One character invents a prehistoric machine ( something like a robot , maybe ? ) , in the next era people will have those machines ( a better working version ) and so on.
How does that sound ?
I like the idea, creating history so to speak.
Brock nodded slowly as he noticed she didn't go for her bow and arrows and claimed that she wasn't going to fight him. He put his sword in its sheath on his back and walked up to her. "I'm here after a special item, but it seems like I've lost my way."
He smiled as he extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Rook. Sorry if I scared you."
Brock was a tall, blonde haired man with blue eyes and pale skin.
@Kelewen
He smiled as he extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Rook. Sorry if I scared you."
Brock was a tall, blonde haired man with blue eyes and pale skin.
@Kelewen
Im up for this. I'll take the old man Brock is looking to meet. Give me a mention after your Rook and Brock introduce themselves. @Kelewen@Gareth
Awesome thanks man.
Hi @Gareth! I'm so glad you joined!
If anyone else happens to be thinking about joining, I don't know yet who Rook's "companion" is. So he/she is still up for grabs!
Thank you. :)
Brock had been up and down this forest a million times but he had not seen any sign of the man. He was an elderly fellow with a long beard who had told Brock to meet him in the center of these woods. It seems like the old man, stood me up and left me here to get lost in these trees. He never intended me to get this special item that was supposedly hidden away here somewhere.
He kicked a tree to vent out his frustration and regretted it instantly. "Gah!", he let out a gasp as he bit his bottom lip and lifted his suffering right foot and hopped around on his left. ugh... he muttered once the pain started to subside and he had both feet back on the ground.
After a few more minutes of weaving in and out of the trees, he thought he saw someone. He closed the distance between him and whatever it was and noticed it was a woman with a bow and arrows. He was also standing at the bottom of the hill, when his eyebrows drew down in suspicion as he thought she might be his competition for the 'special item.'
He drew his weapon from his back, it was a great, big, two handed sword. He held the weapon in front of him as he called to her, "Who are you?"
@Kelewen
He kicked a tree to vent out his frustration and regretted it instantly. "Gah!", he let out a gasp as he bit his bottom lip and lifted his suffering right foot and hopped around on his left. ugh... he muttered once the pain started to subside and he had both feet back on the ground.
After a few more minutes of weaving in and out of the trees, he thought he saw someone. He closed the distance between him and whatever it was and noticed it was a woman with a bow and arrows. He was also standing at the bottom of the hill, when his eyebrows drew down in suspicion as he thought she might be his competition for the 'special item.'
He drew his weapon from his back, it was a great, big, two handed sword. He held the weapon in front of him as he called to her, "Who are you?"
@Kelewen
itdoesn't work on my tablet XD its just a series of weird ass symbols
Well I hope you'll be able to see the title soon.
@Caits
Hey, dabombjk and caits sorry for ninjaing you in the I.C. I didn't mean for that to happen.
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How's everyone's weekend?
Or is it weekend for you guys right now?
(Don't beat me up, you guys wrote alot while I have not.)
Razer packed up all his supplies, and headed with the rest of the group towards Milas. He was around the middle of the pact and he didn't pay much attention to the others until the arrival of Maren. He smiled at her, as she seemed like a personable girl. He even chuckled a little under his breath, as he caught a glimpse of Aelar and Maren holding hands.
He still had that bad feeling, like an invisible black storm cloud was going to shower him with rain and sunder him with lightning. He again noticed he hadn't changed clothes for last night's sleep and he sighed. Still wearing the leather.....
He ran with the others when they got separated on their journey and the headaches began. Razer had put both front paws holding his head as he ran to catch up with those in the front.
After reuniting once again the headaches, thankfully ceased. Shortly thereafter Milas was within sight. "I'll see you guys and gals later, I want some time to see this place on my own." It was a lie, he wanted time to think without so many voices around him, so he found the nearest Tavern that Milas had and entered. It was a worn down shack really and the barmaid looked like she had seen better days. Not caring about the decor he bought himself a drink with a sour flavor and sat down. He thought about it for hours and he still didn't know why he felt something was going to go wrong.
And so, he walked out of the tavern to the corner of the building and turned into an alleyway. In the middle of the alley was a guy with his hands in his pocket. Razer was passing him as *Thunk* the lights that were his eyes went out.
He woke up to a blinding headache in a dimly lit room. Razer was tied up, but he managed to see in the corner of his eye that there were bloody swords hanging from the walls.
"So, you are awake."
Razer glared at him.
"Your stuff is all mine now. Fancy clothes, good money, it all belongs to me." said the kidnapper as he pointed to a table in the far corner of the room, where indeed Razer's possessions were all piled up.
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Throughout town, sellswords about thirty in number, were putting up posters on the walls of Milas.
The letter is signed by one, Drake Rictus.
One man with a very large longbow, ran into the room where Drake and Razer were. Drake glared at him as he was interrupted, "What?"
"We put up all the posters sir."
"Good, Carlos. With luck, I'll be a rich man tonight and if not." He grinned nastily at Razer as he finished the sentence.
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Razer packed up all his supplies, and headed with the rest of the group towards Milas. He was around the middle of the pact and he didn't pay much attention to the others until the arrival of Maren. He smiled at her, as she seemed like a personable girl. He even chuckled a little under his breath, as he caught a glimpse of Aelar and Maren holding hands.
He still had that bad feeling, like an invisible black storm cloud was going to shower him with rain and sunder him with lightning. He again noticed he hadn't changed clothes for last night's sleep and he sighed. Still wearing the leather.....
He ran with the others when they got separated on their journey and the headaches began. Razer had put both front paws holding his head as he ran to catch up with those in the front.
After reuniting once again the headaches, thankfully ceased. Shortly thereafter Milas was within sight. "I'll see you guys and gals later, I want some time to see this place on my own." It was a lie, he wanted time to think without so many voices around him, so he found the nearest Tavern that Milas had and entered. It was a worn down shack really and the barmaid looked like she had seen better days. Not caring about the decor he bought himself a drink with a sour flavor and sat down. He thought about it for hours and he still didn't know why he felt something was going to go wrong.
And so, he walked out of the tavern to the corner of the building and turned into an alleyway. In the middle of the alley was a guy with his hands in his pocket. Razer was passing him as *Thunk* the lights that were his eyes went out.
He woke up to a blinding headache in a dimly lit room. Razer was tied up, but he managed to see in the corner of his eye that there were bloody swords hanging from the walls.
"So, you are awake."
Razer glared at him.
"Your stuff is all mine now. Fancy clothes, good money, it all belongs to me." said the kidnapper as he pointed to a table in the far corner of the room, where indeed Razer's possessions were all piled up.
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Throughout town, sellswords about thirty in number, were putting up posters on the walls of Milas.
Tiger named R-a-z-o-r a good kitty cat.
He's in our hands.
If anyone wants him alive, meet me at The Old Graveyard no later than nightfall where the sun has fallen and the moon has risen.
Any later the tiger cat, will lose all 9 lives.
Don't know the graveyard?
Well I guess the cat will be dead then.
Oh, yeah don't forget to bring alot of valuables or yeah the cat also dies.
He's in our hands.
If anyone wants him alive, meet me at The Old Graveyard no later than nightfall where the sun has fallen and the moon has risen.
Any later the tiger cat, will lose all 9 lives.
Don't know the graveyard?
Well I guess the cat will be dead then.
Oh, yeah don't forget to bring alot of valuables or yeah the cat also dies.
The letter is signed by one, Drake Rictus.
One man with a very large longbow, ran into the room where Drake and Razer were. Drake glared at him as he was interrupted, "What?"
"We put up all the posters sir."
"Good, Carlos. With luck, I'll be a rich man tonight and if not." He grinned nastily at Razer as he finished the sentence.
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