I was the warrior. I was good.
I thundered across the land like the wrath of a just god, but war and death wore down my soul as the wind wears stone into sand.
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I was the warrior. I was good.
I thundered across the land like the wrath of a just god, but war and death wore down my soul as the wind wears stone into sand.
Let us pray.
The bound tiger soon loosed its fetters, securing an ostial blade, from the prior tryst with Orchid. Following the rodent, the pong of smoldering ash reeked outside the tent, familiar in its foreign aroma of the investigator’s pipe. Such a foul tang instilled a treacherous evanescence in both the wilder and its louse of a guide, forcing intermittent hesitations in their hushed exodus. The paladin and druid, exploiting dusk’s curtain and the distraction of heaven’s luminaries, eventually traipsed the schlepping Krets, smoke and all. The glowering fumes crackled embers near the hopping rat, as the duo scurried under the cover of Judgement. The wings shrewdly beating its verdict of innocence towards Leosin, like a soft gavel indulging in the forgiving nature of the wind, as the adopted wardens of Greenest with its champion soon arrived upon the shackled monk.
Apologies. I was confused.
I will reply today. Me thought Brannor was gonna respond first, but I see now that Judgement must rally the troups.
Guess we all are coming to save the paladin?
I will reply today. Me thought Brannor was gonna respond first, but I see now that Judgement must rally the troups.
Guess we all are coming to save the paladin?
Dusk finally harbored the internal schism of mice and men, as the feline soon transformed, behind unseen walls, into its acquainted and most predicated prey. Ogling Brannor and comparing the fetters binding both the ferine champion and Leosin, the shapeshifter, benefiting from eyes above, quickly scurried, with tantalizing tail whipping close, covered by the brightness of dirty darkness, to the tent’s outskirts, now shouldering the bemused paladin.
He must be the first to be free. Then the monk.
The apparent quarantine seemed more of a humble trap, allowing the prisoners to roam in their confines as guards judged from afar. However, such allegorical ploys were far more effective, to the bard’s experience, at catching unwanted hands reaching into unexpected places than actually snaring wayward rodents. The chanced meeting with Krets scorned Xaron, though, a once neglected but now considered uneasiness, as her furry shape brushed upon the boots of Greenest’s champion. The angsty apprehension effervesced, mostly due to the physical liberty permitted to roam within the encampment, as if the lax cultist’s intention subsisted to enumerate and capture all along, entirely those incorporated in this Faustian rebellion.
This potential danger flowered red flags, within her partnered pirate’s cerebrum, aware of the proverbial rhododendron and rhubarb, sprouting such symbolic perils of treacherous pitfalls ever ahead. The trick to bridge the corporeal gap, between all the missing pieces to the party’s jigsaw, would be full of thorns. Nothing could come of a floundered escape, save the satisfaction of future sacrifices to the glorious Tiamat. To flatter this double jeopardy, the murky avian swirled and circled the manacled martial artist, again and again, to the pattern of an ominous carrion swooping over a soon to be carcass, aspiring to scavenge flesh and feast, whilst simultaneously noting the surroundings.
Then, once reconnaissance was surveyed, the aerial scout would seek the Hin, the half-blood and the priestess exact whereabouts.
A caress and squeak, intentional and abrupt, spurred the black rat’s slight trek to now beeline away and back again, leading the golden eyes from soiled steeple to shoe, suggestive of the commonality between the charcoaled rascals.
Hopefully, the man would follow the mouse, in this dead of night.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@Ryonara@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher
He must be the first to be free. Then the monk.
The apparent quarantine seemed more of a humble trap, allowing the prisoners to roam in their confines as guards judged from afar. However, such allegorical ploys were far more effective, to the bard’s experience, at catching unwanted hands reaching into unexpected places than actually snaring wayward rodents. The chanced meeting with Krets scorned Xaron, though, a once neglected but now considered uneasiness, as her furry shape brushed upon the boots of Greenest’s champion. The angsty apprehension effervesced, mostly due to the physical liberty permitted to roam within the encampment, as if the lax cultist’s intention subsisted to enumerate and capture all along, entirely those incorporated in this Faustian rebellion.
This potential danger flowered red flags, within her partnered pirate’s cerebrum, aware of the proverbial rhododendron and rhubarb, sprouting such symbolic perils of treacherous pitfalls ever ahead. The trick to bridge the corporeal gap, between all the missing pieces to the party’s jigsaw, would be full of thorns. Nothing could come of a floundered escape, save the satisfaction of future sacrifices to the glorious Tiamat. To flatter this double jeopardy, the murky avian swirled and circled the manacled martial artist, again and again, to the pattern of an ominous carrion swooping over a soon to be carcass, aspiring to scavenge flesh and feast, whilst simultaneously noting the surroundings.
Then, once reconnaissance was surveyed, the aerial scout would seek the Hin, the half-blood and the priestess exact whereabouts.
A caress and squeak, intentional and abrupt, spurred the black rat’s slight trek to now beeline away and back again, leading the golden eyes from soiled steeple to shoe, suggestive of the commonality between the charcoaled rascals.
Hopefully, the man would follow the mouse, in this dead of night.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@Ryonara@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher
We are all gonna escape with Brannor and Leosin. Via disguises.
Anyone else?
Anyone else?
Thanks to all for your understanding.
Ahh sorry for the super long description, this is my first Fallen London RP and it's one of my favorite settings so I got super pumped and before I knew it I was staring at a super-long bio hahaha.
EDIT: And yeah, I'l poke my head into the party in a while, probably should read through the IC first.
Wondrous bio!
And welcome. To the desert. Of the real.
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