Markofkri

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

"Das, Das." Deila had not seen this person before. Das, Sana, Ellyn, so many new words. This group was so complex. She was tired and the day would be upon her. Bulbo returned and received a deep drink from Deilas hand. The shaman offered bulbo some meat and asked him if he could keep watch if just for a little while. So tired Deila didn't even bother to redress. She gathered her belongings, rolled out her cloak fur side down, and stretched out under the cart. Zzzzzz. Zzzzzzz....

Bulbo hopped onto the wooden ledge of the cart. He had slept the day away in a crevasse of the rock. Previously the former home of a lizard. He fluffed up his feathers to release some of his excess body heat. Occasionally pruning the out of place feather. He watched this group and was happy he re-united with Deila. She was always good to him and he would remain loyal to her.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone Correct. Cant wait, all these fireworks got me in the mood. The mood, to kill....

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone just posted. How did I do?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The wind stirred some of the branches below the weeping tree. The leaves and surrounding grass started to turn brown and wither. Slowly the shadow grew and began to take shape. A image of a warrior in old styled armor became less transparent and a sword of smoke grew from his left hand. The face was a dark shadow under a ragged hood. This image of a nightmare born of mens fear grew denser. It could feel the impending evil descending on this area. Like the eye of pure hate burning the towns soul. Whether or not the inhabitants were aware was irrelevant. Death had come to them like a murder of crows to the smell of carrion.

It knew now was the time. It descended into one of the farming villages closest to the town, greeted by the brief shrills of fear. The sword pierced their souls ignoring the meat. Their hearts stopped and their lips turned blue. The flesh on their bodies turned putrid and a dark green. His image looked real except for the space between his feet and the ground...

World of Darkness Beginning

@PrometheasGreat I like that system better will fix.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone I was waiting for the carnage in the human section to act as a catalyst for my manifestation. Did you just want me to just use my hate and begin and get an invite after from the dark one? I figured cold stare would start here unless you want me in the dwarven section.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

hyper clicked, please disregard.

Prithvi: Non combat RP. Under construction....

Spring has returned. As the sun rises the land tries to shake winters chill. The ground still unthawed, and rivers hidden beneath the ice begin to grow. The cold wind blows across the barren land as most life huddles together for warmth. Over head islands of land float quietly by, trailing their shadows behind them. All races feel the change. Everywhere life begins anew.

In Neferirkare the may ship captains start by checking the sails and rigging of their vessels. Riders head out dispatched by the many merchants wanting to receive word from their distant suppliers and customers. People with nothing to loose sign themselves to various ships or businesses looking for work. The capitals still hire mercenaries for various security missions for the outlaying border towns/villages. The going reward to those who find a safe path to the east is raised yet again in hopes someone will return with word from their sister capital Ciaro. The signs are hung and the funds are ready to begin your life as an adventurer.....

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Grrrrr I got to repost...... Sorry to see you go gob-agon.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Following Sana, Deila made it back outside to the open sky. Deila threw up her hands and breathed deeply. The night air was a welcome sensation. Emerging out of the ground made her feel safer. She Took off her head dress and held it to the high into the night air giving thanks to the wind and the sky. The shaman took off her boots and most of her garb minus the ones that covered her modesty. She took out a small pouch of leather from her waist and poured some water into it. She said a few words of blessing and used the non water proof pouch as a sponge and cleaned her limbs and face. The night air felt good against the moist skin. The sky was dark but that was ok she was alive and very grateful for that fact.

Deila left off her boots and other non essentials allowing them to air out while her skin dried in the night air. She then turned her attention to the sky once more and called out for her friend Bulbo. She knew that the desert was a bad place for him but he could fly and he was very ingenious. Deila called out for Bulbo again with the promise of food and water. She knew he would be thirsty after a their time apart.