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Well that's how I'd write if I were writing a book, and typically that's how I do write, but I also want to make sure that everything is understood, even to someone who might *cough* just be skimming the posts.
I don't do this to make great works of literature, I do it to have fun. So I write in whatever way makes it easiest for everyone to follow.
I don't do this to make great works of literature, I do it to have fun. So I write in whatever way makes it easiest for everyone to follow.
Oh, and I kind of imagined that all of them hatched at the same time, and the room gets plunged into chaos for a few minutes.
@Ceta de Cloyes That's just what's most typical. Maybe Alph won't even use his hands when casting magic, and actually having it on his chest kind of resonates with the idea of him being a spellsinger, too(both the music and the magic coming from his chest).
Using individual colors for speech helps too, and will help even more for this. I chose orange for Alph to sort of match the color of his dragon. I figure for Ashwing we can do a darker orange. so that they are similar but distinct.
I really hope I'm not too forward with that post. I just got a little trigger happy.
I followed what was laid out in the OOC as best as I could.
I followed what was laid out in the OOC as best as I could.
"Oh, I mean to go down," Alphonse said, but he stopped by the desk to grab a leg of the broken chair that was by it. He wrapped it in a piece torn from the strange material of the cot, and poured what was left of his ale skin onto it. When he touched it to Gren's torch, it lit up.
"This won't last as long as yours, so let's make it count."
He stepped boldly down the tunnel with his slightly dimmer makeshift torch. The stairs went down a short way into darkness, and Alph nearly tripped when the floor suddenly leveled out. He searched along the tunnel walls, it kept going to who knew where. But not far from the stairs he found more papers, these ones written on.
"Gale," he called back in a whisper thick with excitement, "Come read these." Alphonse meanwhile was distracted by the set of rounded stones he had found. They glimmered brilliantly in the light of his and Gren's torches. They were different colors, and horribly attractive. One in particular was the shining orange of burnished bronze. What he first took for a reflection of his torch, he quickly realized there was a spot glowing inside of the stone.
"What kind of... what are these?" He wanted to reach out for one, but a last shred of caution stayed his hand.
"This won't last as long as yours, so let's make it count."
He stepped boldly down the tunnel with his slightly dimmer makeshift torch. The stairs went down a short way into darkness, and Alph nearly tripped when the floor suddenly leveled out. He searched along the tunnel walls, it kept going to who knew where. But not far from the stairs he found more papers, these ones written on.
"Gale," he called back in a whisper thick with excitement, "Come read these." Alphonse meanwhile was distracted by the set of rounded stones he had found. They glimmered brilliantly in the light of his and Gren's torches. They were different colors, and horribly attractive. One in particular was the shining orange of burnished bronze. What he first took for a reflection of his torch, he quickly realized there was a spot glowing inside of the stone.
"What kind of... what are these?" He wanted to reach out for one, but a last shred of caution stayed his hand.
Alph didn't appear to have a problem with Gale's rash actions, in fact, he seemed to have been about to do that himself. The interior of the hut was a little disappointing, but Alph still walked in cautiously. He kicked at the papers on the floor as he walked toward the stone desk, but none of them seemed to have ever been touched by a quill. Gale picked up a letter from the desk, and Alph peered into the leather sack.
"Coin," he said, holding the bag out toward the others. "Silver as well as copper." His voice was flatter than such a fortunate discovery should have warranted. He was a little disappointed by this. Something had felt like it was building up, and this just didn't seem to be worth the excitement.
He looked around, and stomped his foot a moment, a look of curiosity spreading across his face. "Hey now," said he, "Does anyone think this hut might be just a little smaller on the inside? Here look, you can see light between the planks on these three walls," he pointed to the one they'd come from, and two others, "But not that one. I bet there's something behind it, someone was hiding out here. I've seen things like these in taverns, they help smugglers hide contraband."
He knocked on the offending wall, finding it sounding hollow, like there was another wall on the other side rather than empty space.
"Do your axe again here."
"Coin," he said, holding the bag out toward the others. "Silver as well as copper." His voice was flatter than such a fortunate discovery should have warranted. He was a little disappointed by this. Something had felt like it was building up, and this just didn't seem to be worth the excitement.
He looked around, and stomped his foot a moment, a look of curiosity spreading across his face. "Hey now," said he, "Does anyone think this hut might be just a little smaller on the inside? Here look, you can see light between the planks on these three walls," he pointed to the one they'd come from, and two others, "But not that one. I bet there's something behind it, someone was hiding out here. I've seen things like these in taverns, they help smugglers hide contraband."
He knocked on the offending wall, finding it sounding hollow, like there was another wall on the other side rather than empty space.
"Do your axe again here."
Yeah, everyone's young, you have to expect short backstories.
I assume that the very last sentence in my post was correct.
I assume that the very last sentence in my post was correct.
Alphonse had never been a hunter and was the last person to ever notice any of the tracks, no matter how deep in the mud they were. He passed around his ale skin to any who would take it; it was the most he could display his merry disposition in a setting that required silence.
When they looked out over the valley, and Gale pointed out a cabin, like anyone in the group had missed spotting it. Grendel wasted no time to start down the hill to reach the place, and Alphonse was inclined to agree with him. It felt right, the foreignness that had invaded his mind was stronger than ever, even if it was keeping silent now. He didn't stop to question whether he wanted a foreign entity in his mind or not, but chimed in, since they were talking now.
"I reckon ole Gren likes the look of that place. You know, I've walked out this way a few times, I've never seen that cabin before. Maybe we should take a look after all?"
He started down the hill as well, but where Gren was heading right for one of the flooded out sections of the valley, he headed north to move around them. It wasn't the shortest route, but it wasn't the longest either. While he didn't have to wade or swim, he was sloshing through mud most of the way. But his boots were already soaked and muddy, so he had no qualms with getting a little more on them. Maybe he'd be a bit taller for the mud caked under his feet.
Alph arrived shortly before Gren, owing to his longer strides and brisker pace, and looked back to the line of his companions in the various ways they chose to come in.
He abandoned the pretense of hunting and called back across the valley to all of them. "Think anyone's home?" He knocked on the door. There was no answer.
When they looked out over the valley, and Gale pointed out a cabin, like anyone in the group had missed spotting it. Grendel wasted no time to start down the hill to reach the place, and Alphonse was inclined to agree with him. It felt right, the foreignness that had invaded his mind was stronger than ever, even if it was keeping silent now. He didn't stop to question whether he wanted a foreign entity in his mind or not, but chimed in, since they were talking now.
"I reckon ole Gren likes the look of that place. You know, I've walked out this way a few times, I've never seen that cabin before. Maybe we should take a look after all?"
He started down the hill as well, but where Gren was heading right for one of the flooded out sections of the valley, he headed north to move around them. It wasn't the shortest route, but it wasn't the longest either. While he didn't have to wade or swim, he was sloshing through mud most of the way. But his boots were already soaked and muddy, so he had no qualms with getting a little more on them. Maybe he'd be a bit taller for the mud caked under his feet.
Alph arrived shortly before Gren, owing to his longer strides and brisker pace, and looked back to the line of his companions in the various ways they chose to come in.
He abandoned the pretense of hunting and called back across the valley to all of them. "Think anyone's home?" He knocked on the door. There was no answer.
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