Inertia

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

annd post up, our smart booknerd is confused.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Thoroughly and Meticulously reading through the tome. It detailed the work of ancient enchanters of old and Artos couldn't fully wrap his mind around the text. The intricacies of the tome was rather hard to understand thoroughly, and to be able to cast any type of spell you would need to completely understand the workings of said spell. While the spell itself was not too difficult to utter, it would prove useless as the spell would just rebound and fail. To a normal person the text would look wholly like utter gibberish. "Auguriis." he said out loud, only for light to appear for a split second then nothing. With a click of his tongue he went back to the tome, and started to re-read the passage.

Soon after his failed attempt, the goblin approached him, or better yet rolled close to Artos. When he did get close enough, he scratched the light cerulean armor resulting in a grating noise that snapped Artos out of his reading-like trance. He didn't really mind his armor being lightly grazed as the weak enchantment repaired small and light scratches. With a glance, he looked below him to see the Goblin with an interesting potion that transformed him into a gorilla-esque being. "Well, I am a Magus, basically, reading this tome grants me my magic." he replied to the Goblin "Do you have a name, honored alchemist?" Artos had read about goblins, and it was odd to see one without it's tribe as they almost never separate. He has never heard of one travelling alone, and an alchemist to boot.

Looking towards Hugh he was flirting with the woman again, I wonder if I should mention I have met another paladin to him, maybe when we get to another campsite or when he asks, he deserves atleast that much. he thought, eyes filled with slight pity and distraught.

Suddenly, a green floating orb appeared out of nowhere, since Artos was a magus, he is very sensitive to the energies around himself. The orb was oozing some type of energy that felt extremely malicious and dark, Artos couldn't place his finger on what 'it' was. The presence gave Artos a chill that ran up his spine, something that rarely happens. He had felt this kind of presence from somewhere, "T-This aura... It feels similar to 'The Devour.'" he accidentally said out-loud instead of thinking. It began to suck up the energies of the dead gnolls and the bodies just disappeared. After finishing with all the gnolls, It was a good idea to burn the gnoll I killed to ashes. It soon whizzed past their heads and seemingly flew through the direction they were heading. The group had then begun asking questions about what was that orb that flew past them was. Normally this is where Artos would reply, as he is quite knowledgeable but Artos was stumped. "I- I don't know, but all I know for sure that that 'orb' siphons life energy, as you all saw." he replied in a rare tone of worry, "And it's heading directly in the direction we are heading."

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Hi, I'll get a post up soon.
Was doing another rp post lol, so gimme a few.

True Intentions {Closed}

Tagged; @Dirty Dan

The loud noises that were likely from the festival outside his home woke Loki up, and his alarm soon sounded afterwards. He always woke up right before his alarm would go off, something that always confused Loki to a degree. Raising his arms to stretch, the crack of his stationary bones resounded throughout his body. Loki had decided to take a quick hour nap before the festival happened, as he was tired from college earlier in the morning.

"I wonder if this festival is as good as people claim." he said, outloud, to no one in particular, a smirk gradually forming on his face. "Eww you have that smile again Loki. It looks gross." his younger sister, Eris said with a teasing grin. "You only have that smile when you're up to no good." she continued, patting his back, whilst discretely placing a sticky note there. Loki hadn't noticed, "Right back at you Eris." he replied, ruffling and messing up her hair, before walking towards the red and flowery rigid door. The flowery and red pattern was another prank by his parents, though Loki didn't mind, he did like it after all.

He walked downstairs, the wood creaking at each step. The smell of roasting meat and melted cheese met Loki's nose, Ham and cheese? he thought to himself with a raised eyebrow. His Mother and Father, Joanne and Ryan respectively, were downstairs inside the kitchen. His father was reading the newspaper, and his mother was cooking a light meal. When he entered the kitchen, his parents greeted him and he sat down and began eating the warm, light meal his mother had prepared before going to the 'Teneber Festival.' Hastily eating the prepared food as he was somewhat excited at this anticipated festival, his father mockingly grinned and said "Slow down or you'll choke like you did a week ago." he chuckled before switching his gaze back to his newspaper and licking his finger to turn the page. "Dad, will you stop mentioning that? It hurts my feelings." he replied sarcastically.

The meal was rather good the cheese melted in his mouth and the meat was just right, his Mother was always a good cook. After eyeing that his meal was finished, his father got his wallet out and handed Loki a few ten dollars, about 70 dollars in total and his mother gave him 50, totalling to 120 dollars. "Use that to enjoy the festival, and don't spend it all on your fancy kid toys and dolls okay?" his mother teased, knowing that he liked collecting figurines and such. "Maybe I'll spend it on drugs this time. I heard the kids around this neighbourhood love 'em." he joked before getting up from his wooden seat. "Better than spending it on your girly toys, son." his father replied, not lifting his gaze from the ever so interesting newspaper. "Yeah yeah." he said, lifting his hands up in mock surrender.

Turning around from the kitchen, his parents eyed the sticky note and both donning the family grin, the mother began patting his back to keep the sticky note firmly on his back, while saying "Have fun." With a confused face and a raised eyebrow, he replies with "Sure, thanks." The creak of the floorboards could not be heard over the loudness of the festival, and stepping into the hallway, stepping outside he noted that it was warm yet there was a layer of frost covering the floor. So he decided against wearing a jacket, only taking his maroon beanie and placing it over his head.

Even though it was warm, his breath was still visible. Something that confused Loki, but didn't bother him too much. As he approached the festival, which was relatively close, the strong smell of alcohol hit his nose. The pathways were beautiful, lined up with decorative lanterns that were visually pleasing to the eyes. Eyeing left was an alley, with two people and from the looks of it, the man harrasing a woman. Switching his direction towards the alleyway, he quickened his pace and grabbed the arm of the rather odor-filled man. He smelled of pure alcohol, and his clothes smothered in what looks to be puke, atleast Loki hoped. "Hey hey, it's a festival, don't go around harrasing females." he said coldy, in contrast to his usual tone. Glanving the female who looked distraught yet relieved that someone came to help "Go." and with one word she took off. The man got freed from his grip, and with a "Fuck off, Greenie." he swung horizontally towards Loki. He simply stepped backwards to avoid the rather frail swing, and lunged forward digging his knee deep into the mans abdomen. "Now go to sleep for now, don't harass women while you're intoxicated." he said darkly, in contrast to his eerie smile before the drunk closed his eyes with fear.

Leaving the drunk in his own piss and grime, Loki walked off, cracking his left arm and began walking on the pathway again to the busy festival. The amount of drunken teenagers and children unattended increased with each step. Hearing a large 'DING' or, well 'Crack' his eyes snapped to an attraction, the 'High Striker' as the sign said. Seeing a rather bulky teenager basically breaking the attraction in pieces. Loki chuckled to himself, to see the owner's face distort from greed to utter surprise in quick succession. The teenager then began collecting his prize and handing it to a kid, "How nice of you." he said to the bulky teenager patting his back, in mock salutations, though his real purpose was to carefully place a sticky note as he was passing by, "Well I'll leave you to your devices now, O strong man." he finished and flashed a mock salutate before leaving. As he was walking away, he hastened his pace, as the strong teenager might notice and subtle disappeared into the crowd of drunken men and women. After his exchange he began looking towards the other attractions filled to the brim with teenagers and adults alike, mostly drunk. "Such a lively atmosphere."

[High Casual]Avatar | Order of the White Lotus

@Inertia
Sorry but it is not. I am currently updating the first page now.

@iSuspect

Sorry didn't see!

Well, good luck with this.

[High Casual]Avatar | Order of the White Lotus

Well, if the Earth bender spot is open, I'd make a CS for it.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

omg u scratched the armor of his parents heritage lmao.

Well he wouldn't care too much, probably.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

<Snipped quote by Inertia>

I'd be a fool to. A very dead fool...

@The Fated Fallen

Let's see if the quick jester lives.

True Intentions {Closed}

The "Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?" line was so smooooth

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

I wouldn't count out Cassius' speed.