I was planning to use Ringabel or Yew Geniolgia, from Bravely Default and Bravely Second respectively. I could also play as Linkle or Lana from Hyrule Warriors. I havent decided beyond that.
Grnmachine
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The Centaur almost responded in kind to the man who had insulted him, but others began to speak, and before Denryr could react, they were all whisked away by some power. There, they said they were from the gods, and that the eight that had gathered were to work together and save the world from what appeared to be giants. Denryr almost couldnt believe it. Humans, who had caused so much suffering and strife throughout the lands, were to play a large role in saving it? Maybe this is how they'll redeem themselves, Denryr thought. For their entire race.
"I must apoligize." Denryr said. "I allowed my preconceptions about humans to cloud my mind before i even met you. I shouldn't have been so foolish. I hope you'll forgive me." Denryr paused a moment. "So... saving the world. That'll be perilous, to be sure." Denryr then gave a light chuckle in attempt to lighten the mood. He was honest in his apology- who was he to judge those he's only heard rumors and stories of? Perhaps not all humans were genocidal idealists as he thought.
But Denryr wouldnt let this "Saving the world" buisness interfere with his duties as messenger to the elves in Blackwood. He was to deliver his message, without a doubt. Perhaps he could ask these elves about the mountain that the supposed god had mentioned. The elves did often tell stories, but they could be just that- stories. Then again, every myth has a grain of truth. The trouble would be finding that grain amonngst an ocean of hyperbole and lies.
"I must apoligize." Denryr said. "I allowed my preconceptions about humans to cloud my mind before i even met you. I shouldn't have been so foolish. I hope you'll forgive me." Denryr paused a moment. "So... saving the world. That'll be perilous, to be sure." Denryr then gave a light chuckle in attempt to lighten the mood. He was honest in his apology- who was he to judge those he's only heard rumors and stories of? Perhaps not all humans were genocidal idealists as he thought.
But Denryr wouldnt let this "Saving the world" buisness interfere with his duties as messenger to the elves in Blackwood. He was to deliver his message, without a doubt. Perhaps he could ask these elves about the mountain that the supposed god had mentioned. The elves did often tell stories, but they could be just that- stories. Then again, every myth has a grain of truth. The trouble would be finding that grain amonngst an ocean of hyperbole and lies.
@Superman
Thats what i do all the time. I usually wait for a few posts before posting again, unless my character's called to attention, and needs to make a response. Im perfectly fine with that. Its just that the order would make it so that people could wait DAYS before seeing another post, and that doesnt seem fair to me.
Thats what i do all the time. I usually wait for a few posts before posting again, unless my character's called to attention, and needs to make a response. Im perfectly fine with that. Its just that the order would make it so that people could wait DAYS before seeing another post, and that doesnt seem fair to me.
@Aerith of Brae
I understand why you think a posting order is a good idea, but to me it would grind everything to a halt. Say two people are having a conversation, and a third person comes in. They have to wait for literally EVERYONE ELSE to update themselves before they can continue a simple conversation. In my mind, it would be much more detrimental to a RP than it would benefit.
Not to mention id probably quit the RP if a posting order were implemented. Part of the reason i prefer smaller groups.
I understand why you think a posting order is a good idea, but to me it would grind everything to a halt. Say two people are having a conversation, and a third person comes in. They have to wait for literally EVERYONE ELSE to update themselves before they can continue a simple conversation. In my mind, it would be much more detrimental to a RP than it would benefit.
Not to mention id probably quit the RP if a posting order were implemented. Part of the reason i prefer smaller groups.
Denryr was confused at the elf's answer. Did she provide help, or give it to those that need it? She semmed to be giving it, as it appeared that she gave a human girl a dead rabbit. The Centaur then responded to the elf. "In a way, i suppose i do." Denryr observed that she still held a knife. Fortune favors the cautious, Denryr remembered. It was his motto. The elf then made Denryr aware of a bandit camp nearby, before returning to the issue of the girl and the rabbit. A human male then offered the girl an apple, saying she likely didnt eat meat.
Denryr rolled his eyes in annoyance at this. The girl was denying her body what she needed to survive. One might survive on nothing but plants, but it is a hard life. Not only that, she was denying mother nature herself. Insects ate plants. Frogs and other things ate insects. And so the chain went on, only to be broken by the stubborn few who refuse to eat animals, justifying it by saying "all life is equal", or "Animals have feelings too". Both points are rendered null by seeing a fox eat a rabbit. It is what nature intended, and these people refuse to follow the example set by nature. "You would do yourself good, human, if you ate the rabbit."
Another man in the trees appeared, claiming they were easily ambushed in their current state. Before Denryr could respond, the shy human girl exploded. This surprised the centaur. He made a mental note to be careful around her. It was then yet another appeared, who had locked eyes with the aforementioned girl. Denryr heard her say "Mikael", and assumed that the man's name. Denryr turned his attention elsewhere. He turned his gaze to the trees. "Very well, if we are so vulnerable, why dont you attack us instead of questioning us? If you want information, you'll have to come down from your tree and ask me again."
Denryr rolled his eyes in annoyance at this. The girl was denying her body what she needed to survive. One might survive on nothing but plants, but it is a hard life. Not only that, she was denying mother nature herself. Insects ate plants. Frogs and other things ate insects. And so the chain went on, only to be broken by the stubborn few who refuse to eat animals, justifying it by saying "all life is equal", or "Animals have feelings too". Both points are rendered null by seeing a fox eat a rabbit. It is what nature intended, and these people refuse to follow the example set by nature. "You would do yourself good, human, if you ate the rabbit."
Another man in the trees appeared, claiming they were easily ambushed in their current state. Before Denryr could respond, the shy human girl exploded. This surprised the centaur. He made a mental note to be careful around her. It was then yet another appeared, who had locked eyes with the aforementioned girl. Denryr heard her say "Mikael", and assumed that the man's name. Denryr turned his attention elsewhere. He turned his gaze to the trees. "Very well, if we are so vulnerable, why dont you attack us instead of questioning us? If you want information, you'll have to come down from your tree and ask me again."
My next post is coming up. Just thought that since there are so many of us maybe we should give warnings.
The winds whipped by Denryr's hair. Faster, faster, and faster still. Denryr made it a priority to make his journeys as fast as possible. Less time spent in the woods, the less risk he took of being attacked by an animal or someone else. His hooves dug into the ground, leaving behind a clear trail of where he's been. But it is of no concern; the only living creatures that could outpace him were other centaurs or the mighty and mythical dragons.
Clop Clop Clop
The Dragons. Denryr knew only what a dragon look like. He was told by an elderly elvan woman once as he rested. Larger than life lions, with scales of snakes and wings of hawks was exactly how she described them. She claimed not to know anything more, though Denryr didnt believe her. The elves were always a bit secretive around him. Whether it was because they thought themselves superior, or they deemed him too young to bear such knowledge, Denryr didn't care. He'd promise to serve the elves as his parents did before him, without question.
Clop Clop Clop
A flicker of light came into view, and Denryr stopped. He pulled out his spear and shield, ever cautious. He slowly approached, and found some ruins of a village he occasionally camped in. Currently it was occupied by a large party, some of whom seemed afraid of each other. Perhaps they simply stumbled upon each other. Denryr discounted that idea, considering the size of the party and the convenience of the location where they gathered. To him, they were clearly a party travelling together. He noticed a number of humans, what might be an elf, and in the back, a very short person riding a horse. The last person seemed to be trying to stay out of sight. Denryr did the same.
Thud Thud Thud
Denryr's heart was almost pounding. He'd never seen so many humans congregated, not in Blackwood. His mind raced through possibilities, his paranoia suddenly re-asserting itself. A scouting party perhaps? Were the humans going to invade Blackwood, trying to wipe out the last of the elves, druids and centaurs? No, Denryr told himself. Some seemed afraid of each other, indicating a lack of familiarity. Denryr tried to calm himself. Perhaps they were simply lost. A small travelling group of humans, lost in the Blackwood. That seemed the most likely explanation, given the circumstances. But humans were responsible for so much death and suffering. Denryr bitterly recalled the stories of the Purge his parents had told him, of how the humans nearly wiped out so many peaceful races. Denryr thought of slaughtering the lot of them, but decided against it, due to the numbers, and the fact there was an elf.
Clop, Clop, Clop
Denryr stepped out of the shadows, spear and shield at the ready just in case. "Welcome to Blackwood, Humans." Denryr said, saying humans as if it were derogatory. "I hope you enjoy your stay, as there's little chance of leaving." Denryr turned to and stepped towards the elf, bowing his head. "And what might you be doing among this band of barbarians, if i may ask?" It was an honest question - The centaur never knew an elf to commune with humans; they all held a great grudge against them for the purges.
Clop Clop Clop
The Dragons. Denryr knew only what a dragon look like. He was told by an elderly elvan woman once as he rested. Larger than life lions, with scales of snakes and wings of hawks was exactly how she described them. She claimed not to know anything more, though Denryr didnt believe her. The elves were always a bit secretive around him. Whether it was because they thought themselves superior, or they deemed him too young to bear such knowledge, Denryr didn't care. He'd promise to serve the elves as his parents did before him, without question.
Clop Clop Clop
A flicker of light came into view, and Denryr stopped. He pulled out his spear and shield, ever cautious. He slowly approached, and found some ruins of a village he occasionally camped in. Currently it was occupied by a large party, some of whom seemed afraid of each other. Perhaps they simply stumbled upon each other. Denryr discounted that idea, considering the size of the party and the convenience of the location where they gathered. To him, they were clearly a party travelling together. He noticed a number of humans, what might be an elf, and in the back, a very short person riding a horse. The last person seemed to be trying to stay out of sight. Denryr did the same.
Thud Thud Thud
Denryr's heart was almost pounding. He'd never seen so many humans congregated, not in Blackwood. His mind raced through possibilities, his paranoia suddenly re-asserting itself. A scouting party perhaps? Were the humans going to invade Blackwood, trying to wipe out the last of the elves, druids and centaurs? No, Denryr told himself. Some seemed afraid of each other, indicating a lack of familiarity. Denryr tried to calm himself. Perhaps they were simply lost. A small travelling group of humans, lost in the Blackwood. That seemed the most likely explanation, given the circumstances. But humans were responsible for so much death and suffering. Denryr bitterly recalled the stories of the Purge his parents had told him, of how the humans nearly wiped out so many peaceful races. Denryr thought of slaughtering the lot of them, but decided against it, due to the numbers, and the fact there was an elf.
Clop, Clop, Clop
Denryr stepped out of the shadows, spear and shield at the ready just in case. "Welcome to Blackwood, Humans." Denryr said, saying humans as if it were derogatory. "I hope you enjoy your stay, as there's little chance of leaving." Denryr turned to and stepped towards the elf, bowing his head. "And what might you be doing among this band of barbarians, if i may ask?" It was an honest question - The centaur never knew an elf to commune with humans; they all held a great grudge against them for the purges.
Fair warning, i probably wont be active until Tuesday or so.
Name: Denryr Cyr (Pronunciation: Den-rear Kur ("Kur" like the "cr" in crystal))
Gender: (You should probably add this) Male
Age: 24
Race: Centaur
Equipment: (You should probably add this too) Clothes, a sack filled with a few days' worth of food, a waterskin, a spear roughly as tall as himself, and a round shield.
Inherent Ability: Swiftness
Acquired Abilities:
Nexus: Being a link between man and beast, Denryr has taught himself to learn from various animals, as well as communicate with them. However, communicating is usually very basic words and terms, and Denryr cannot force the animals to share their knowledge. Currently, he has learned from a hummingbird how to stop on a dime, even while sprinting, and from a group of frogs, how to leap into the air the height of a small tree.
Reserved: To be determined later
Reserved: To be determined later
Appearance:
Personality: Denryr is cautious, suspicious, and is slow to trust. He doesnt easily get along with others, so he's usually alone, which is fine by him. He always doubles and triple checks his plans, being sure to examine every exploitable point in his plan and minimize the risk.
History: Denryr lived in Blackwood most of his life, avoiding the three kingdoms. He served as a messenger for the few remaining elves and druids in the forests. His parents died of an illness when he was young, and Denryr was forced to work by himself. Paranoid of everything, he began taking extra, almost unnecessary precautions with his messages. Thankfully, while his paranoia subsided, his caution became a prominent personality trait with almost everything he does.
Gender: (You should probably add this) Male
Age: 24
Race: Centaur
Equipment: (You should probably add this too) Clothes, a sack filled with a few days' worth of food, a waterskin, a spear roughly as tall as himself, and a round shield.
Inherent Ability: Swiftness
Acquired Abilities:
Nexus: Being a link between man and beast, Denryr has taught himself to learn from various animals, as well as communicate with them. However, communicating is usually very basic words and terms, and Denryr cannot force the animals to share their knowledge. Currently, he has learned from a hummingbird how to stop on a dime, even while sprinting, and from a group of frogs, how to leap into the air the height of a small tree.
Reserved: To be determined later
Reserved: To be determined later
Appearance:
Personality: Denryr is cautious, suspicious, and is slow to trust. He doesnt easily get along with others, so he's usually alone, which is fine by him. He always doubles and triple checks his plans, being sure to examine every exploitable point in his plan and minimize the risk.
History: Denryr lived in Blackwood most of his life, avoiding the three kingdoms. He served as a messenger for the few remaining elves and druids in the forests. His parents died of an illness when he was young, and Denryr was forced to work by himself. Paranoid of everything, he began taking extra, almost unnecessary precautions with his messages. Thankfully, while his paranoia subsided, his caution became a prominent personality trait with almost everything he does.
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