Alright, enough throwing around assumptions. Something happened, some people didn't agree with it. It is an RP, not everything has to be coordinated to the T. Shit happens, people will get over it, got it? Good.
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Syv is accepted, I am very happy that you were able to keep your character in line with a very complex, and heavily thought out race such as the Azaali. Syv will be interesting to see in progress, and please don't take this the wrong way, but as the Azaali are my love child and pride and joy, in the future I may happen to message you or speak with you on how the Azaali work or act.
Outside of that, before you ever decide something that isn't already mentioned about them, before sure to pm me about it and ask.
Outside of that, before you ever decide something that isn't already mentioned about them, before sure to pm me about it and ask.
As he covered himself in the coil of rope, Alya quietly stepped over to him, crouching down next to the Savolin. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her hand out, patting his head gently. She felt a little guilty now. Perhaps she should stop playing music on such a whim? Of course she'd never remember such a thing.
R'Ornn felt a spike of happiness within himself as he looked up at Alya from the coiled rope. His hiding hole wasn't the greatest as she clearly found him, and his body twinged a little as he got attention from her. Even though it was something he would normally detest it felt meaningful from her. He couldn't speak, his lips clamped too tight from fear of making a mistake, and his body wrapped up tight to avoid making a wrong move. R'Ornn merely watched her and gave the tiniest smile, as he enjoyed the caring touch. However it was brought to an end as the Captain gave way to the beginning of their sea-bound journey.
R'Ornn could feel it, the sway of the ocean, the bucking of the ship, the winds slamming into the sails and shoving the ship forward. He could also feel the looming presence, the sign air of stillness as the cabins grew quiet. Something was wrong, Fiers wasn't rowdy, music was playing, everything was.. silent. The sea-spray slammed against the walls of R'Ornn's cabin before a body slammed through his door and put the tiny Savolin on edge. He had little time to react, but R'Ornn managed to slid under the taller deckhand and then out his door. The small being flew quickly and burst through the hold-doors to their cabins, his hovering shape above the heads of the crew and staring down at all of the captured company folk. The Savolin was out-raged, his body shuttering with anger as all of these people, even the ones he didn't truly know, lay on their knees with blades to their throats.
"You cowards! Betraying us like this! I will have your corpses!" R'Ornn's body shuttered even heavier as the angry flowed outwardly, his form emitting a powerful bluish-purple glow, and the sky shuttering with a thunderous roar. The Savolin flew a few feet higher while concentrating his power, his arms tucked together as his palms gathered energy. Finally he flung his hands above his head and a brilliant bolt of purple lightning flew into the heavens, piercing the lightless sky. The bolt was heralding what appeared to be the tip of a giant crystal from the clouds, sparking bolts of electricity from it across the clouds, however.. it quickly vanished.
"You bastards! Arrrgh!" R'Ornn was falling from the sky, entangled in a large net that had been fired from a cannon below him, his flying was pointless, only slowing his fall a small degree. The Savolin struck the deck a moment later, the impact powerful and felt through the wood. R'Ornn's eyes peered to the midnight sky to see a receding purple gem, the last hope he had of saving the company from this betrayal disappeared into the darkness as R'Ornn was knocked unconscious by a large boot to the face.
R'Ornn heard a voice, a somber one full of hope and kindness, as it pleaded for him to come closer. It begged him to step forward and take it's hand. "Did the voice have a hand..?" He thought to himself as it spoke to him more. It urged him to continue, to let the voice guide him. The voice grew louder, or closer perhaps, as it spoke. He couldn't shake the voice so it must have been real. It spoke to him of great things, of joy, of happiness, of his family. It spoke of how they were proud of him and how they wished to see him and how he could be returned home to his family if he took the voice's hand. "My family.. home.. Fa.. Ma.." His mind thought of the voices words, his body felt weightless and he couldn't seem to move much at all, but he could feel the hand reaching for him, his mind slowly closing it's thoughts off and letting the voice in, before the tiny Savolin's mind came to a realization. "My family... is dead!" His scrambled to a waking state and his body felt heavier, submerged, surrounded by a thick liquid. The voice screeched at him and it told him that he would never escape. R'Ornn never cared much for people telling him what he could and couldn't do though, and within minutes his mind broke free of the grips of darkness. His body reacting to the freedom as he surged to the surface of the water and he paddled himself quickly a few feet to shore. His tiny form drug itself onto the sandy ground and he began coughing up cups of water, one lung full at a time.
His body was weak, trembling, as he collapsed against the black sand and stared at the dark clouds overhead. The lightless realm was truly lightless, to those who felt one's surroundings held power. R'Ornn felt it was necessary to not let such a land hold power over him, to the waking world that was R'Ornn, the voice of death from the depths of the ocean was a scarier thought than the lightless realm for the moment. This is what pushed R'Ornn to stand, as best as he could, and wobble his way along the shore before spotting a cave entrance which he only managed to see due to a crack of lightning. He felt that it would be best to try and find the others, before settling inward towards the cave. R'Ornn took his remaining magical power and focused it into his gauntlets or more specifically the crystals in them and allowed them to gather a marvelous blue glow which illuminated the immediate area around R'Ornn for several feet.
Yes, we are still accepting.
Seems I killed the rp.
Fiers darted into a full-on sprint, adopting a farm-woman-like shriek of terror. His scream carried over to the Sea-Stalker with his trained resonance, and in gruesome accompaniment, as Fiers ran he screamed, "THEY'RE RAIDING VELOR, THE PIRATES ARE COMING! THE PIRATES ARE COMING!!!"
Either way he seemed to get real friendly as he took out a cigar, snapping his finger to light it up after tearing off the cap. "Ya call me Malkie ya hear? Me name's Malkie. Ya with da Virginal Comp? Please ta meet ya. Wat's yer arm like?"
Common courtesy was something that had been drilled into her from when she was young, so naturally she gave everyone a small bow in greeting before finding a place to set down her belongings. Whether or not it was a good time to play a song mattered not to Alya. Softly, she began to play as the waves crashed against the ship and shore, her gaze looking out upon the water.
"Remember, human girls like meaningful things!" The man hollered from behind as R'ornn floated hastily towards Alya, turning around briefly to shoot the human a 'Shh!' signal.
No more Sir Reignald the nice. He smiled at Alya and softly pointed at her flute "Just one second." He then cleared his throat and raised his voice, trying to get everyones attention.
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?"
"Humble innkeeper, furthermore, your daughter... she," Fiers paused for dramatic effect. "She stuck her tongue down my throat too!" And the bard collapsed into a heap behind the rail, cackling and shaking with delight.
Either way he seemed to get real friendly as he took out a cigar, snapping his finger to light it up after tearing off the cap. "Ya call me Malkie ya hear? Me name's Malkie. Ya with da Virginal Comp? Please ta meet ya. Wat's yer arm like?"
Common courtesy was something that had been drilled into her from when she was young, so naturally she gave everyone a small bow in greeting before finding a place to set down her belongings. Whether or not it was a good time to play a song mattered not to Alya. Softly, she began to play as the waves crashed against the ship and shore, her gaze looking out upon the water.
"Remember, human girls like meaningful things!" The man hollered from behind as R'ornn floated hastily towards Alya, turning around briefly to shoot the human a 'Shh!' signal.
No more Sir Reignald the nice. He smiled at Alya and softly pointed at her flute "Just one second." He then cleared his throat and raised his voice, trying to get everyones attention.
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?"
"Humble innkeeper, furthermore, your daughter... she," Fiers paused for dramatic effect. "She stuck her tongue down my throat too!" And the bard collapsed into a heap behind the rail, cackling and shaking with delight.
"I..."
"Hey.."
"HELLO!"
"DOWN HERE!!"
"Hey.."
"HELLO!"
"DOWN HERE!!"
R'Ornn had been trying to get everyone's attention, and yet he only managed to achieve it when someone wanted to pet him or mock him for his size. He felt angered, ignored, and belittled, and what was worse he had been gritting his teeth due to the present Orc. No one really seemed to notice what was going on, until it was too late. R'Ornn had been sent into a miniature breakdown due to all that was going on, which was highly unusual. Normally a room or dock full of idiots didn't bother him, but this time it seemed that to many had went over the line with R'Ornn.
"ENOUGH!!" His voice shouted out across the Docks as he created a six foot pedestal of shimmering amethyst beneath his feet. He had done so amidst everyone by finding the effective center of everyone views and attention spans. "We have work to do, and our Captain has asked for you bloody attention you ingrates!" The Savolin steamed furiously looking out across the faces of those around him. R'Ornn wasn't typically this type of person, to but in and yell, to act without a coherent thought pattern was rare.
"Shut your mouths, and let the man speak, so we can be on our way." R'Ornn finished off his moment of irrational emotions with one last sentence, and then he quickly withered away the crystal magic and he walked out onto the deck of the ship. There he found a nice coil of anchoring rope and he plopped down inside the coil as if to hide, leaving only his eyes and his hair to be seen as he watched and listen to Reginald and the announcement he had wished to make previously. However, his focus wasn't entirely set, as his mind filled with thoughts of what he had just done.
"Did I really just do that..? But.. why? Everyone was just.. being themselves. Did I do it because of that filthy tusk-whore? Did I do it because of Alya.." His mind raced as he sat from the inside the high coil of thick rope and spied out over the group."Why did I do that!?"
Everyone, we hope you are still interested, the OOC is up now and be sure to hop on over and make a cs!
Here are the original, separate, images for the Azaali. You can use these as a base for your RPC, if you need them.
Yes, I apologize for the issue, but as it goes there won't be much to use for the Azaali, as I found the initial series of images, and the banner image from the artist who made them.
Your best option is to use one of the originals, and give a detailed description of the differences.
Also, be sure to keep the Azaali as to how they are, peace-loving, culturally strong, and traditionally set.
Your best option is to use one of the originals, and give a detailed description of the differences.
Also, be sure to keep the Azaali as to how they are, peace-loving, culturally strong, and traditionally set.
The air was crisp and salty to the smell and taste, the obvious luxury of the sea-side that would be lost to them very soon. R'Ornn was present on the docks, not far from this old man. He had taken his letter and met with the old man just moments ago, but R'Ornn wanted to soak up some of the docks more granted pleasantries.
"Light, clean air, the crisp breathing.. It will soon be forgotten to us. What should I do, Fa? Should I do it..? Should I really commit to this ideal I have? What about you Ma? How I wish you could tell me what I should do."
R'Ornn's thoughts paused a moment as he looked up to the sky, his tiny figure sitting on the edge of the docks and his small feet swaying high above the water. His rather large eyes gleamed with a shine as he scanned the sky and admired it's colors.
"I must do it.. We all know it. I can't second guess it, I have to do it for all of us. It isn't like we have much of a choice, it is this or nothing at all. But you know, I shouldn't let this weight on me right now, there is a long road ahead of me. Hey! Did you know they put that scitter-rat Fiers as a co-captain to the mission? FIERS!? Could you imagine him leading a fight? Bahahaha!"
R'Ornn swayed his feet powerfully and hopped up onto them as he stood on the edge of the dock, looking out over the water, before lifting his hand towards the sky like a dancer. His fingers were sprawled out like a fancy lady, his posture that of a fairy tale hero, and he brought his voice to that of a mockingly stereotypical suave human.
"Go! Slay them with your posture! Excite their bodies and end them fantastically! Mmmmyeaaaah! I have plundered more booty than a cleptomaniac Pirate captain! Look at my man-sword, it is so polished and longer than everyone elses! Mmmmmyeaaaaaah!"
R'Ornn instantly found himself rolling upon the damp wood of the dock as he imagined his own mockery. It was a sight to behold, and R'Ornn decided he would actually allow Fiers a single chance to lead, in the hopes that R'Ornn's expectations would be met by the self-centered Bard.
Several moments later R'Ornn regained his posture and his mind, finally giggling out the last of his laughter before gathering himself up off the docks and looking towards the old man that awaited him. R'Ornn had decided it was time, to saddle up for the matters at hand.
R'Ornn said nothing else, he held no real emotion in his face other than a logical look of dedication, but he did take a hand and bring it to his lips, whispering into his palm before casting the hand up and sending the whisper off on the winds out over the ocean. He then made his way to the old man, bowing softly to him before gently plopping down beside the elderly gentleman and looking up at him, and then back to the ocean silently. His mind the only thing speaking, with one last line for his parents.
"Light, clean air, the crisp breathing.. It will soon be forgotten to us. What should I do, Fa? Should I do it..? Should I really commit to this ideal I have? What about you Ma? How I wish you could tell me what I should do."
R'Ornn's thoughts paused a moment as he looked up to the sky, his tiny figure sitting on the edge of the docks and his small feet swaying high above the water. His rather large eyes gleamed with a shine as he scanned the sky and admired it's colors.
"I must do it.. We all know it. I can't second guess it, I have to do it for all of us. It isn't like we have much of a choice, it is this or nothing at all. But you know, I shouldn't let this weight on me right now, there is a long road ahead of me. Hey! Did you know they put that scitter-rat Fiers as a co-captain to the mission? FIERS!? Could you imagine him leading a fight? Bahahaha!"
R'Ornn swayed his feet powerfully and hopped up onto them as he stood on the edge of the dock, looking out over the water, before lifting his hand towards the sky like a dancer. His fingers were sprawled out like a fancy lady, his posture that of a fairy tale hero, and he brought his voice to that of a mockingly stereotypical suave human.
"Go! Slay them with your posture! Excite their bodies and end them fantastically! Mmmmyeaaaah! I have plundered more booty than a cleptomaniac Pirate captain! Look at my man-sword, it is so polished and longer than everyone elses! Mmmmmyeaaaaaah!"
R'Ornn instantly found himself rolling upon the damp wood of the dock as he imagined his own mockery. It was a sight to behold, and R'Ornn decided he would actually allow Fiers a single chance to lead, in the hopes that R'Ornn's expectations would be met by the self-centered Bard.
Several moments later R'Ornn regained his posture and his mind, finally giggling out the last of his laughter before gathering himself up off the docks and looking towards the old man that awaited him. R'Ornn had decided it was time, to saddle up for the matters at hand.
R'Ornn said nothing else, he held no real emotion in his face other than a logical look of dedication, but he did take a hand and bring it to his lips, whispering into his palm before casting the hand up and sending the whisper off on the winds out over the ocean. He then made his way to the old man, bowing softly to him before gently plopping down beside the elderly gentleman and looking up at him, and then back to the ocean silently. His mind the only thing speaking, with one last line for his parents.
"I will come back, for you Fa, and you Ma, and for all of us awaiting my success."
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