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6 mos ago
Current Back ... not back ... not sure, but I’m itching for an adventure
2 yrs ago
A moment of silence, for our princess has returned to the force.
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3 yrs ago
Sometimes, shit just burns ....
3 yrs ago
Crunch time on wedding preparations. If my presence is spotty, this is most likely why.
3 yrs ago
So I just got my last Christmas gift - EXPLODING KITTENS!
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From the smiling, sunshine state of me, comes the peppy person of Pezz. :)

I'm a huge movie buff, I love music, love video games (mainly rpg's, jrpg's, puzzle, strategy- currently also playing Heroes of the Storm) and swoon over the written word. I have four cats and am married to the most wonderful person in the universe. I am a dork who loves anime and science fiction and might fit in perfectly on the big bang theory. Fantasy tickles my weak spot though, I played in Forgotten Realms lore for years. I'm not particularly fond of realistic world role play, but am open minded. I never take myself too seriously, and laughing may be my absolute favorite hobby :D

Currently, I'm running -
Nothing! But Waeldeshore lasted a good while :)

Mother of Dragons!!!

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Her grasp tightened around the hilt of her blade as the guards poked and prodded her for information. The fatigue her journey brought her had started to form within her appearance and the heat only added to her frustration as sweat beaded over her brow. Just then someone else came into view. He was rugged, and tall … as he came closer, she couldn’t help but notice how much he towered over her. His demeanor was kind yet cautious, his tone was confident, words were well formed and he spoke politely.

Her time spent upon shore warped her accent and tainted her words, but she knew that first impressions meant a lot to these people. She figured she would at least try to make a good one. Elora opened her mouth to answer his request though hesitation seized her voice as she noticed more approaching. She cleared her throat “I know the Southlands are a bit rough aroun’ tha edges, though I didne expect this much of a welcomin party.”, she smirked. “Lynn Read”, she continued as she dipped her head slightly and tipped an imaginary hat, “tha threat ya speak of, there are rumors of great bounties ta be collected ‘ere, an’ I got pelts ta trade.”. Her hand released the blade at her side as she slung the bundle from over her shoulder to show him the various skins.

Her lips pursed together and her form straightened. Whatever breeze had found them swept through her thick locks, she tried her best to keep herself composed. She had practiced being presentable before her arrival, deep down, she hoped she’d come off that way. She never really had to do introductions sober before and in this moment, she actually found herself intimidated by the tall, well spoken man.

While she was used to the heat, there was something about this that was just unbearable. Her gaze wandered over the gossiping guards and the crowd that started to gather. “I mean no harm ta ya town, and could do wit sum good whiskey if ya got.”, she added on, and out of this bloody heat, she thought but didn’t voice. Her attention returned to the man stood in front of her, her features softening for a moment, as if in a desperate plea for respite. She seemed genuine enough, even managed to spark a small smile.

@BCTheEntity@Stormflyx@Fetzen@POOHEAD189@Mortarion@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen
I will post as well.
Please let me know if that was ok or if I need to change anything
There’s a saying - from riches to rags? Or was it the other way around? Liquor had blurred the lines so much, she couldn’t quite tell anymore, nor did she care. The shift was all the same to her, and time found her jaded to the curious turn of events. Denial didn’t last very long, her anger was much more volatile than she expected. The stages of bargaining and depression formed patterns of heavy drinking and indulgence in various vices. A young half-elf, branded a traitor, torn from everything she knew, she wasn’t sure what else she could do. So she drank, and moved to the next spot, and drank some more. A pretty girl or boy would sometimes cross her path, it made the venture a little more interesting at least.

By the time she finally moved to acceptance, each day precariously fell into the next. She found herself in fights for one reason or another. Perhaps it was something she said? She needed excitement, she needed a thrill - or a purpose. The exile allowed her to see different lands and experience different cultures. As it turned out, there was much more coin in bounty hunting than in pirating, and to top it off, she didn’t have to split her earnings with an ungrateful crew.

Southlanders were a tricky bunch, it was finding the right words to sway them into favor that was key. And her words would sometimes lead to broken hearts and bloodshed. Mud and dry blood caked her boots and smudged her face, she smelled like she hadn't bathed in days. Certainly not a proper lady, but then again that was one part she always had trouble playing. Elora wasn’t sure how she’d convinced them to allow her in, she could only think they pitied the form in which she presented herself. They did confiscate her weapons though, well, the ones they knew of anyway. She might have seemed within only half her wits while the other half sleep walked in a drunken stupor, but she was aware enough to play the game correctly. She wouldn’t dare leave herself completely vulnerable. Especially here.

She had been in the town for at least three days now and had about all the whiskey she could tolerate from the local tavern. What she wouldn’t give for Kaelic Whiskey right about now … she snickered at the notion and chugged the last bit which occupied her cup. The people though, they were entertaining enough. She would often play games in her head - imagining where each person came from, what their stories were, what went on behind closed doors, the horrors … or secret pleasures they’d each known or seen. She loved to people watch, it certainly helped to pass the time.

The inn was small and comfortable enough, but sleep didn’t come easy. It never did these days. There were rumors of a dark elf uprising or something of the sort. Gossip was easy to come by in small villages like these. Unfortunately though, sometimes gossip was just that - half truths, exaggerated fairy tales and overdrawn conclusions. Regardless if it was true or not, there was never a dull moment when traveling through the Southlands.

As dawn arose, so did her hopes. Something stirred within her. An angst of which she hadn’t felt for a long time. There was just an air about it- this was something big. She had no idea what she would find, if there would be others, what their intentions were, if they’d welcome another to their pack. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to join another ‘crew’… who was she kidding, she needed an excuse to get out of this town and the slump she had been in recently. The nearest town was a two day trek, so Elora packed up what little belongings she had, stocked her rations and whiskey, actually bathed, gathered her weapons from the guardsmen and went on her way.

She didn’t come across much hostility during her travel. By the time she reached the quaint town she wasn’t much worse off than when she left the last one, save the traveled and worn look smeared across her face. The town looked promising enough, until the guards scurried off upon noticing her arrival. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing and wondered what would meet her. She wore her best wares, minus her hat which somehow went missing. Her right hand casually leaned on the hilt of her blade, she stole a swig of liquid courage and continued onward towards the entrance. “Gods be with me today”.

@BCTheEntity@Stormflyx@Fetzen@POOHEAD189@Mortarion@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen
@The Fated Fallen I’m in the same boat, don’t worry... every time I’ve sat down to write, something has come up. My weekend/week has been slammed and now I’m going to Disney on Saturday - perks of living in the sunshine state I guess :p

But I promise, I’ll get something up!!! Definitely before you move much more forward.... my plan at least is to have Elora in town with everyone lol
Lol I had tried to post as well, make an entrance for myself. It will get done this weekend :p
If no one objects :)


For someone who isn’t even in this rp, I sure do harass the ooc tab lol what’s that wait list look like @POOHEAD189? Lol
*pokes* @The Fated Fallen you made me tear by the way :p if you were here, I'd give ya a giant bear hug!
*pokes* @POOHEAD189 ... because you poked me
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