@pyroman trying to think of what Ayita would do. Either go to classes or more likely... skip them to do what she does best. Roam.
LadyRunic
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STATUS: What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc 6 yrs ago
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What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
6 yrs ago
Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
6 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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7 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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8 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
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@13org up to you. I would say yes but i dont want to god mod.
Any major errors in the poat let me know, typing everything on my phone.
Agarwaen found a tree easily enough, the branches stout and strong. Above him the canopy of leaves taking the worst of the downpour though some did manage to get through, becoming little streams ans constant annoyances from the failing leaves above. The limbs beneath the elf sway gently, far atronger than the wind that strove to move them. On the breeze was carried the laughter of the dwarves as they ifnored the rain and enjoyed their merriment, in true fashion of their kind. For stout and strong were Durin's folk. A mere storm would do little to quell their cheer.
But one dwaef moves about the caravan in a march that promised trouble for a theif. Oid found no sign of the large elf or his bar of gold within the wagons half circle, nor did any he ask. If he did ask, they merely stated in various ways and manners that the elf had been about looking for the lonesome lad. Aught than was mystery to them and they were keen to get to their sleep and warmth. A spice merchant would note the Haradim who he sols to ans the elf walking away, slighty quick and with arrow in hand. But none new more lest Oid asked Darcyn and his las. Then he would have been met with gales of laughter and mockery along side the gales of rain.
The shelter of thr hedge was scarce protecrion as rain contonued to fall and Lathranien was force to admit something more would be needed. Slipping the trinkets and gold back into the hidden pocket of her tunic she left her bow and arrows behind. For they would do little good against the vegetation that was her current target. Thick leafy branches and pine needles were her prey. The elfling knew a thing or two and went about her way with that born ease of any elf. Assured all were tucked well within tent or wagon on this dreary night. Any who were out would be drunk or too weaey to give notice. Grinning slightly under her hood at the freedom the foul weather granted Lathranien scooped up branches and leaves sorting through what was fit and what was not. Unaware other keen ears might hear or unwelcomed eyes might see. Though she passed a good deal near the tree that houses Agarwaen. Her cloak clamped tight about her and her hood kept the rain from soaking her utterly as she worked.
@Andreyich @Vas Khaleen @josephb @13org @Pirouette
But one dwaef moves about the caravan in a march that promised trouble for a theif. Oid found no sign of the large elf or his bar of gold within the wagons half circle, nor did any he ask. If he did ask, they merely stated in various ways and manners that the elf had been about looking for the lonesome lad. Aught than was mystery to them and they were keen to get to their sleep and warmth. A spice merchant would note the Haradim who he sols to ans the elf walking away, slighty quick and with arrow in hand. But none new more lest Oid asked Darcyn and his las. Then he would have been met with gales of laughter and mockery along side the gales of rain.
The shelter of thr hedge was scarce protecrion as rain contonued to fall and Lathranien was force to admit something more would be needed. Slipping the trinkets and gold back into the hidden pocket of her tunic she left her bow and arrows behind. For they would do little good against the vegetation that was her current target. Thick leafy branches and pine needles were her prey. The elfling knew a thing or two and went about her way with that born ease of any elf. Assured all were tucked well within tent or wagon on this dreary night. Any who were out would be drunk or too weaey to give notice. Grinning slightly under her hood at the freedom the foul weather granted Lathranien scooped up branches and leaves sorting through what was fit and what was not. Unaware other keen ears might hear or unwelcomed eyes might see. Though she passed a good deal near the tree that houses Agarwaen. Her cloak clamped tight about her and her hood kept the rain from soaking her utterly as she worked.
@Andreyich @Vas Khaleen @josephb @13org @Pirouette
@Vas Khaleen dont forget to post. My next post will be up tommorrow.
@Andreyich i wouldnt look for the hobbit as i haven't heard from them for over a solid week. Thus is why they are on the MIA list, at the minute. same for the numereon.
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