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At least it'll be minimized for a while.
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Finally saw Endgame and don't know what to do anyone.
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In a mood for some GoT RP. Anyone else?
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It's been a while hasn't it?
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I'm only human.
Aren't we all?
Eventually we all fall.
Aren't we all?
Eventually we all fall.
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If it helps, I have classes Mon-Tue and Thur. I'll be feeling the pain right along with you on Mon at least. *pats*
EDIT - And yes, get in the moooood~
EDIT - And yes, get in the moooood~
That is a long week it sounds like. If you need help with math, let me know. You've gofr writing covered though XD I cannot help with Geography or Spanish. >___< Best of luck though.
Bump.
Bump.
Kingdom of Ferelden: Woodsmen Outpost
As much as she wanted to go back and check for survivors or any information, or even supplies, Julien was right.
It would be a breeding ground for the enemy.
Gathering information wouldn't be easy. Even if they got information, she wasn't sure if it would be reliable. If only they had first hand accounts, as opposed to the usual rumor and gossip which blew across the land effortlessly. Tall tales could be spun without checking for validity. Could Wystellia put her trust in what a stranger said? Ideally, they'd find someone who was credible but even so, she would have liked to find Loghain himself and see what was needed and what actually happened. Something inside her gut, told her clarity wouldn't be easily found otherwise.
But they also had to assume the worst, that they were the only Grey Wardens, which was a tough pill to swallow. More bad news wasn't good for the body, let alone brain. Wystellia's stomach now housed both anxiety and worry and she was certain more would follow. As Julien got up from the bed, she found herself trying to win the battle raging in her head. Everything felt so futile, so hopeless and yet they were in a small village that should have been wiped out and yet it remained steady the way their team hadn't. The Grey Wardens' numbers were already dwindling while they tried to recruit new members, but to think that their future rested on her and Julien's shoulders, was a heavy weight to carry.
Julien walked over and mentioned how they couldn't give up, that they needed to do their duty and find others to help them. Help them do what? Fight Darkspawn? How could they do that when there was already restlessness among the towns and cities of Ferelden? A lot was being asked of two battered Wardens. Julien then let out a laugh which did little to comfort or amuse the mage but she appreciated the gesture's intent so she gave a small smile in response. His final statement did strike a cord with the elf though and she let a small dry chuckle. "Yes, these moments of impossible hardship aren't painted on banners that parade around recruiters."
Wystellia looked to the man next to her. "Tomorrow morning we'll need to go and head for the next town we can find." She told him. For now, she wanted to be cautious and let them both have one more night of restful sleep before they hit the road. A village would be too small since they both would need to find supplies and see what they could trade as well. "I might try look around this afternoon, see if I can find anything useful." She mentioned to Julien as she walked around and paused at the door. "We may not be able to do a formal Joining but that doesn't mean we're going to be alone in this fight."
Wystellia was determined to make sure they had allies somehow.
With that, she saw herself out and walked into the middle of the camp to see if she could help with anything. The old woman said she needed some more water from a nearby river. Wystellia was happy to oblige and took both large wooden buckets and headed off into the woods. Even though she was an elf, she wasn't Dalish but did dream of finding her own kind sometime and getting in touch with her roots. Her parents weren't Dalish but her grandparents were, sadly they died but not before filling the young girl's ears with wild tales which spurred her to dream of a bigger life beyond the walls of the Alienage.
As she walked along the dirt, she kept her ears perked for any enemies. When she arrived at the small river fifteen minutes later, she filled a bucket and moved away to quickly wash herself off. When she was done, she took both refilled buckets back to the camp grounds and the woman thanked her. Being a Grey Warden was often a thankless job but hearing those words, even for the water, made the mage feel a little less dull and worthless. The rest of the day passed without incident and in the morning, she gathered her belongings and headed out the door, ready to move on with Julien.
"Julien, are you ready to go?" She knocked on his door and waited for an answer. As she did, she turned and looked to the majority of the folks who stayed to see them off. Wystellia smiled at them and assured them that she didn't sense any hordes coming for their grounds but that it could change suddenly, and to move camp as soon as possible, to be safe. They handed her two red shiny speckled apples and she placed them in her leather messenger pack which went over her dirtied yellow robes. "Thank you." She said, knowing any food would do her and Julien some good on the road. Once they hit a town though, she would want to get real supplies for food and potions, her supplies had been wiped out and lose in battle and she was just happy to have her staff still with her.
"Let's hit the road, we'll find breakfast along the way." She knocked again.
As much as she wanted to go back and check for survivors or any information, or even supplies, Julien was right.
It would be a breeding ground for the enemy.
Gathering information wouldn't be easy. Even if they got information, she wasn't sure if it would be reliable. If only they had first hand accounts, as opposed to the usual rumor and gossip which blew across the land effortlessly. Tall tales could be spun without checking for validity. Could Wystellia put her trust in what a stranger said? Ideally, they'd find someone who was credible but even so, she would have liked to find Loghain himself and see what was needed and what actually happened. Something inside her gut, told her clarity wouldn't be easily found otherwise.
But they also had to assume the worst, that they were the only Grey Wardens, which was a tough pill to swallow. More bad news wasn't good for the body, let alone brain. Wystellia's stomach now housed both anxiety and worry and she was certain more would follow. As Julien got up from the bed, she found herself trying to win the battle raging in her head. Everything felt so futile, so hopeless and yet they were in a small village that should have been wiped out and yet it remained steady the way their team hadn't. The Grey Wardens' numbers were already dwindling while they tried to recruit new members, but to think that their future rested on her and Julien's shoulders, was a heavy weight to carry.
Julien walked over and mentioned how they couldn't give up, that they needed to do their duty and find others to help them. Help them do what? Fight Darkspawn? How could they do that when there was already restlessness among the towns and cities of Ferelden? A lot was being asked of two battered Wardens. Julien then let out a laugh which did little to comfort or amuse the mage but she appreciated the gesture's intent so she gave a small smile in response. His final statement did strike a cord with the elf though and she let a small dry chuckle. "Yes, these moments of impossible hardship aren't painted on banners that parade around recruiters."
Wystellia looked to the man next to her. "Tomorrow morning we'll need to go and head for the next town we can find." She told him. For now, she wanted to be cautious and let them both have one more night of restful sleep before they hit the road. A village would be too small since they both would need to find supplies and see what they could trade as well. "I might try look around this afternoon, see if I can find anything useful." She mentioned to Julien as she walked around and paused at the door. "We may not be able to do a formal Joining but that doesn't mean we're going to be alone in this fight."
Wystellia was determined to make sure they had allies somehow.
With that, she saw herself out and walked into the middle of the camp to see if she could help with anything. The old woman said she needed some more water from a nearby river. Wystellia was happy to oblige and took both large wooden buckets and headed off into the woods. Even though she was an elf, she wasn't Dalish but did dream of finding her own kind sometime and getting in touch with her roots. Her parents weren't Dalish but her grandparents were, sadly they died but not before filling the young girl's ears with wild tales which spurred her to dream of a bigger life beyond the walls of the Alienage.
As she walked along the dirt, she kept her ears perked for any enemies. When she arrived at the small river fifteen minutes later, she filled a bucket and moved away to quickly wash herself off. When she was done, she took both refilled buckets back to the camp grounds and the woman thanked her. Being a Grey Warden was often a thankless job but hearing those words, even for the water, made the mage feel a little less dull and worthless. The rest of the day passed without incident and in the morning, she gathered her belongings and headed out the door, ready to move on with Julien.
"Julien, are you ready to go?" She knocked on his door and waited for an answer. As she did, she turned and looked to the majority of the folks who stayed to see them off. Wystellia smiled at them and assured them that she didn't sense any hordes coming for their grounds but that it could change suddenly, and to move camp as soon as possible, to be safe. They handed her two red shiny speckled apples and she placed them in her leather messenger pack which went over her dirtied yellow robes. "Thank you." She said, knowing any food would do her and Julien some good on the road. Once they hit a town though, she would want to get real supplies for food and potions, her supplies had been wiped out and lose in battle and she was just happy to have her staff still with her.
"Let's hit the road, we'll find breakfast along the way." She knocked again.
School drains motivation to live, man. :/
What classes are you taking?
What classes are you taking?
Sounds addicting. Though everything kind of is addicting haha.
That's an online (yes, "online" is redundant ah well I'm lazy too remove it so have more words and letters instead) MMORPG right?
I know the name but not the game lol
I know the name but not the game lol
This is a Daredevil (tv series) RP between myself and @PerfectNeglect.
I will be playing Wilson Fisk and Karen Page.
My partner will be playing James Wesley and Matt Murdock.
Our two timelines will be different. In one, we'll have Fisk and Wilson meeting ten years prior to the series where we'll start with them having met a few times prior, but brief encounters. None the less, Fisk is now looking for a Personal Assistant while he expands his company by eating up smaller ones and beginning to make friends abroad. As Fisk personally handles his partners, the Italians become disruptive and a violent disagreement breaks out leading to Fisk being taken to a safe house while tempers calm. While at the safe house, Wesley is dropped off as the two were supposed to have a formal interview before things spun out of control.
And for Karen and Matt, season one will open as usual with Karen, Matt and Foggy at the police station trying to sort out what happened to her. I assume we will share the roles of Foggy since there will be times when you want Matt and Foggy to have a quick discussion or interaction. I can nab the minor female roles too if you'd like, including Clair Temple. With this timeline though, we'll be able to have our own pacing and give Matt and Karen more attention as in this timeline, Fisk is still a threat. I'm also probably going to give Karen more of a backbone sooner in the series than when it took Ben to coax her to be more bold so I'd love to have her be more of a nightly espionage vigilante with less experience with combat, someone to sort of run into Matt when he's out at night.
So I think we may be ready to start soon (finally, right?) unless we need to iron out any other details for our introduction posts.
It feels like it's been a while but I should ask again in terms of posting amount. You've seen what I typically and I have seen a sample from you. Are you thinking around 3 paragraphs per role (and again I stress equal attention for both main ones anyway) or something else?
I will be playing Wilson Fisk and Karen Page.
My partner will be playing James Wesley and Matt Murdock.
Our two timelines will be different. In one, we'll have Fisk and Wilson meeting ten years prior to the series where we'll start with them having met a few times prior, but brief encounters. None the less, Fisk is now looking for a Personal Assistant while he expands his company by eating up smaller ones and beginning to make friends abroad. As Fisk personally handles his partners, the Italians become disruptive and a violent disagreement breaks out leading to Fisk being taken to a safe house while tempers calm. While at the safe house, Wesley is dropped off as the two were supposed to have a formal interview before things spun out of control.
And for Karen and Matt, season one will open as usual with Karen, Matt and Foggy at the police station trying to sort out what happened to her. I assume we will share the roles of Foggy since there will be times when you want Matt and Foggy to have a quick discussion or interaction. I can nab the minor female roles too if you'd like, including Clair Temple. With this timeline though, we'll be able to have our own pacing and give Matt and Karen more attention as in this timeline, Fisk is still a threat. I'm also probably going to give Karen more of a backbone sooner in the series than when it took Ben to coax her to be more bold so I'd love to have her be more of a nightly espionage vigilante with less experience with combat, someone to sort of run into Matt when he's out at night.
So I think we may be ready to start soon (finally, right?) unless we need to iron out any other details for our introduction posts.
It feels like it's been a while but I should ask again in terms of posting amount. You've seen what I typically and I have seen a sample from you. Are you thinking around 3 paragraphs per role (and again I stress equal attention for both main ones anyway) or something else?
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