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LadyRunic
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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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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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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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There we go. Sorry that took so long, I'm buried with the holidays and I wanted to make this post really good. But I'm opting for good and up sooner.
STill two spots available if anyone wants them.
STill two spots available if anyone wants them.
@13org @Vas Khaleen @josephb
The dwarf and Man were never to meet in battle, for as the elf moved deeper into the small corpse of woods, the ground gave the echo of several feet and a stench was carried on the air. No longer masked by the heavy rain and darkness that had allowed them to get so close. Swords battered aside the branches as a troop of orcs descended upon the encampment. Some already had blood on their swords, explaining what had happened to the sentries. Darcyn's men rallied against them but it was too weak and they were taken by surprise. With battle cries the battle was met. Women and children, the farmer folk, rushing from their shelter to flee the threat of Sauron's blight. Horses panicked and bolted, oxen doing the same. The poor Master of the caravan was bundled in his wagon, and from the squealing pig like sounds was in quite the panic. If anyone had the mind to notice, they would see the Orcs were not ill equip. But wielding weapons of decent make and with some good deal of skill. A few were rougher but they were smaller, and oft knocked aside by their own as their enemy. Were it not raining, they would see a cloaked figure sitting upon a horse on the ridge of a hill watching the presumed to be massacre. The dwarves were a blessing here, rallying and holding a strong guard against the onslaught. Darcyn held his own against one, kicking one of his men into another to spare himself. The man was shaking with terror like any farmer as he hurled insults at the yrch.
Elsewhere in the forest, Lath was bolting for the camp. Hearing the war cries and terror within the screams, she was keen to reach her hide away and the belongings inside. She could go on, but it would be easier with tools. Especially her beloved bow. Hunting, protection. It held a lot of her hopes in a cold winter or hard trail. When food was scarce and begging wasn't bringing in anything. Her aim wasn't always true, but it was good enough to ensure some food at least. Having abandoned her hood, she let the rain dampen her hair and trickle down her back. Stumbling she bounced from tree to tree. Unaware of a threat coming up quickly behind her, as a orc closed the gap. Smelling elf and wanting a piece of the rare delicacy to himself.
The dwarf and Man were never to meet in battle, for as the elf moved deeper into the small corpse of woods, the ground gave the echo of several feet and a stench was carried on the air. No longer masked by the heavy rain and darkness that had allowed them to get so close. Swords battered aside the branches as a troop of orcs descended upon the encampment. Some already had blood on their swords, explaining what had happened to the sentries. Darcyn's men rallied against them but it was too weak and they were taken by surprise. With battle cries the battle was met. Women and children, the farmer folk, rushing from their shelter to flee the threat of Sauron's blight. Horses panicked and bolted, oxen doing the same. The poor Master of the caravan was bundled in his wagon, and from the squealing pig like sounds was in quite the panic. If anyone had the mind to notice, they would see the Orcs were not ill equip. But wielding weapons of decent make and with some good deal of skill. A few were rougher but they were smaller, and oft knocked aside by their own as their enemy. Were it not raining, they would see a cloaked figure sitting upon a horse on the ridge of a hill watching the presumed to be massacre. The dwarves were a blessing here, rallying and holding a strong guard against the onslaught. Darcyn held his own against one, kicking one of his men into another to spare himself. The man was shaking with terror like any farmer as he hurled insults at the yrch.
Elsewhere in the forest, Lath was bolting for the camp. Hearing the war cries and terror within the screams, she was keen to reach her hide away and the belongings inside. She could go on, but it would be easier with tools. Especially her beloved bow. Hunting, protection. It held a lot of her hopes in a cold winter or hard trail. When food was scarce and begging wasn't bringing in anything. Her aim wasn't always true, but it was good enough to ensure some food at least. Having abandoned her hood, she let the rain dampen her hair and trickle down her back. Stumbling she bounced from tree to tree. Unaware of a threat coming up quickly behind her, as a orc closed the gap. Smelling elf and wanting a piece of the rare delicacy to himself.
@pyroman Lol to be fair? Ayita doesn't know about the telepath. And while she's... occupied that skill might turn useful if my lass gets stuck.
@Almosegosum @rocketrobie2 @pyroman
Ayita gave pause as the two did not seem to let her by. The great cat within her wanted to snarl and rake them with her claws, to teach them to deny their natural predator. Squashing down that instinct Ayita paced before Frost as Brooker seemed to turn his back to her, a opening the tiger wanted to take. Struggling abreast of the instinct that ruled the primal form, the Alaskan girl struggled to shift to human. Listening to the new mutant, she slightly wanted to bite him herself. A sentiment the tiger shared. If he thought this was irrational then what would he be like in the wild facing down a bear or wolf for food! The food would be horribly raw and scraps of course, but one could not be picky and choice pieces could be carried away if they could be won from such a foe. Ayita winced slightly remembering the failed about of thievery of carcasses. The sting of bites and smack of huge paws. It had taken a few times before she learned to take her raven form, which was so much better to steal with. A fox could be run down, if the victim of her crime was keen enough with hunger to do so.
Bones snapped, Ayita sank her claws into those memories as she felt the remembrance of her human form. It would take time, a fair amount of it to return to human form. But, if the tiger didn't retake her, she saw no reason. Skin was splitting and fur shifting to human 'fur'. She doubted she would be able to keep her human form for long. True it was her natural form, but after this fiasco, she fancied a flight. A flight that would carry her far away from the embarrassment that pure instinct of a tiger had caused. Curse the creature for following a strangeness that had brought her this route and curse her for not recognizing it. Even with ears and a tail, her body warping to human form as she set the bones correctly and the muscles over it, Ayita could feel the need for feathers and flight. The need of being able to be unreadable, a ebony bird among many. Yes, once she was human and had caught her breathe she would shift to raven once more. Then she would leave, but not for good. Her mother's threat still rung true. Even though she hated the woman, there was still some part that wanted merely for her to accept her and knowing that would never happen. She doubted anyone here would miss her for a few days, and if she got lucky perhaps the school would catch on fire and she could fake her death.
That would not be a bad idea. To fly to the north. Live as she was meant to. Yes, that was a wonderful thought.
Ayita gave pause as the two did not seem to let her by. The great cat within her wanted to snarl and rake them with her claws, to teach them to deny their natural predator. Squashing down that instinct Ayita paced before Frost as Brooker seemed to turn his back to her, a opening the tiger wanted to take. Struggling abreast of the instinct that ruled the primal form, the Alaskan girl struggled to shift to human. Listening to the new mutant, she slightly wanted to bite him herself. A sentiment the tiger shared. If he thought this was irrational then what would he be like in the wild facing down a bear or wolf for food! The food would be horribly raw and scraps of course, but one could not be picky and choice pieces could be carried away if they could be won from such a foe. Ayita winced slightly remembering the failed about of thievery of carcasses. The sting of bites and smack of huge paws. It had taken a few times before she learned to take her raven form, which was so much better to steal with. A fox could be run down, if the victim of her crime was keen enough with hunger to do so.
Bones snapped, Ayita sank her claws into those memories as she felt the remembrance of her human form. It would take time, a fair amount of it to return to human form. But, if the tiger didn't retake her, she saw no reason. Skin was splitting and fur shifting to human 'fur'. She doubted she would be able to keep her human form for long. True it was her natural form, but after this fiasco, she fancied a flight. A flight that would carry her far away from the embarrassment that pure instinct of a tiger had caused. Curse the creature for following a strangeness that had brought her this route and curse her for not recognizing it. Even with ears and a tail, her body warping to human form as she set the bones correctly and the muscles over it, Ayita could feel the need for feathers and flight. The need of being able to be unreadable, a ebony bird among many. Yes, once she was human and had caught her breathe she would shift to raven once more. Then she would leave, but not for good. Her mother's threat still rung true. Even though she hated the woman, there was still some part that wanted merely for her to accept her and knowing that would never happen. She doubted anyone here would miss her for a few days, and if she got lucky perhaps the school would catch on fire and she could fake her death.
That would not be a bad idea. To fly to the north. Live as she was meant to. Yes, that was a wonderful thought.
@Almosegosum to be fair. It was kinda Ayita's faylt they got off pn a bad foot. Though she wont see it that way.
@Loki Odinson
Yes I am going to allow Beornings. Also, we haven't really started overly much, but the fun is about to begin. Since things will pick up with what is coming up.
@LadyRunic I might be tentatively interested, but I'll read through the IC and OOC first also to see how far the story has progressed. I don't usually enter RPs that are already up and running but I do like the Tolkien-verse. That said, are you going to allow Beornings? Because that's the character I might use if I decide to commit.
Yes I am going to allow Beornings. Also, we haven't really started overly much, but the fun is about to begin. Since things will pick up with what is coming up.
Those are the mountmen near rohan, yes? At work so cant look it up currently.@Loki Odinson
@Switch lovely!
Ayita grumbled at Jacob's assumption of her form being some prank. Though she did retreat from the people, the tiger side of her annoyed and worried about these new threats. Struggling between instinct and the sheer wonder of this form Ayite sat focusing on shifting. Trying to anways, a human foem was so weak and slow, far less enjoyable than the tiger she wore. The need to hunt, to run only increased when Christopher 'fled' as the tiger saw it. Craahing her will down on the inatincts the ahifter held herself in place, cursing her forgetfulness about tigers and herself. The raven had taken her strongly and ahe supposed if she ever took the form of the great orca it would be just the same. The tiger was a powerful beast, and she was a tiger. Sorting through that to reach human form would take time. Til then she was stuck.
Casting apologetic look, or what she hoped counted as a apologetic look towards the two newcomers, Ayita withdrew into herself. Sorting through what was tiger and what was something else. More thab once she set aside feather as dark as night and wicked gleaming black eyes, the raven ever present in her mind.Disgusted, Ayita lurched to her feet trotting out behind the panicked boy as she attempted to squeeze between the two blocking her way, snatch up her bag and hit a retreat to her den- room, she shrieked at the instincts.
"Blasted idiot. Not a prank, i dont do pranks. I'm going to bite someone at this rate. Fleas, now pranks!" Ayita gave a disgusted grumble very characteristic of her. "I knew coming here was a bad idea. I was better off up North. Less people." If a anyone peered inside her mind telepathically or otherwise they would find a raging sea of tiger instinct and Ayita struggling to swim abreast of it and piece herself together. The excitement and fury the flea comment off set a wave of the need to hunt and run down her prey. Though with the barrier effect it was more along the lines of tackle and bat.
@Almosegosum @rocketrobie2 @pyroman
Casting apologetic look, or what she hoped counted as a apologetic look towards the two newcomers, Ayita withdrew into herself. Sorting through what was tiger and what was something else. More thab once she set aside feather as dark as night and wicked gleaming black eyes, the raven ever present in her mind.Disgusted, Ayita lurched to her feet trotting out behind the panicked boy as she attempted to squeeze between the two blocking her way, snatch up her bag and hit a retreat to her den- room, she shrieked at the instincts.
"Blasted idiot. Not a prank, i dont do pranks. I'm going to bite someone at this rate. Fleas, now pranks!" Ayita gave a disgusted grumble very characteristic of her. "I knew coming here was a bad idea. I was better off up North. Less people." If a anyone peered inside her mind telepathically or otherwise they would find a raging sea of tiger instinct and Ayita struggling to swim abreast of it and piece herself together. The excitement and fury the flea comment off set a wave of the need to hunt and run down her prey. Though with the barrier effect it was more along the lines of tackle and bat.
@Almosegosum @rocketrobie2 @pyroman
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