Melkor Member
The Nerd Formerly Known as Melkor
STATUS: haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch 5 mos ago
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haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch
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3 yrs ago
I'm about to enter my senior year. So close to that astro degreeeeee
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4 yrs ago
Act two of the original three is done. It is about 100 pages and 23k words. I'll be merging the first two acts into one and the book will end up being about twice as long as originally projected.
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4 yrs ago
Act 1 of 3 is done. It’s about 100 pages and 23k words and has a prelude, 8 chapters, and an interlude. I’m looking at 100k words as an approximate goal.
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4 yrs ago
Progress on draft 2: 8200 words and 32 pages.
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Thrawn: "I have read about the nightswan. Have you?"
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
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Oh well :(
On the matter of the RP, I'll stay as long as there is another person willing to be here. I am a bit distracted right now, I'll set up reminders to have me check RPG.
Melkor said I feel kinda foolish for missing the extra PM, it looks good. I'll start working on my next post.
I said it was good . . .
I feel kinda foolish for missing the extra PM, it looks good. I'll start working on my next post.
I've been fine for a bit, sorry for my absence... I'm back now.
Well he'd answer basic questions just as anyone else would.
I was thinking that Seth would be in a bed in the inn, and Cylus would be sitting in a chair with an ale. I was thinking that he'd ask "That blade," he would gesture to the sword, "Only the man that heads the House of Valeria may wield it." I'm not so sure what else to do past that... just remember when you're writing for Cylus, that he's old and experienced and it shapes his actions.
Woot! I'm glad, I was thinking that this wasn't going anywhere. By the way, while you powerplay my character you should pm me to see if he'd do somethings.
After Verion, Cylus had been contacted by the Warriors of Farest many times. They had heard of what he’d done during the Great War, word of his slaying the demon had reached their ears. Cylus of course, being that he craves not honor but redemption, he has no desire for battle lust but for forgiveness, declined their call as many times as it came until, at last, they halted.
Cylus felt that for years he did the duty of the Warriors, their duty to protect the people from all threats, not just demons. Most feel that they don’t even do their duty in eliminating demons and use it for the purpose of gaining fame and honor. Cylus would have none of it.
“The Warriors of Farest abandoned their honor when they failed to save Verion!” He had told the last messenger before the man had left. Just afterward, Cylus had sat and whispered to himself, “So did I.” and took another swig of brandy. The Colted Foal was the inn he had lived in for his first few months in Astoria, he’d been taken in by these people and given a home. During this time, Astoria was home to many refugee’s. Cylus never wanted his location to reach military ears, they’d either label him a deserter or promote him to a high position, the former was most likely.
Now he found himself with Valeria’s Head in Martel’s home. He’d been eating, but as Cylus entered Martel took the plate presumably so they could talk. She had such a pretty and humble home, by far he most valuable possession was her table upon which this nobleman ate.
As Cylus asked the man the question, “How does the head of the House of Valeria find himself in a town such as Astoria?” the man began looking around quite confused, the old man had repeated the question and the noble man began splitting nonsense. He jumped up, seeming to realize something suddenly, began out the door and collapsed. As he did so, Martel let out a small scream.
"Edward!" Cylus called into the house from where the man had collapsed. "Help me carry this man to The Colted Foal." Edward had stumbled out if the house, he'd hit his knee as he jumped up. "I'd like a word with him when he wakes." Together they lifted him and carried the man to the inn and the old man rented him a room.
Cylus felt that for years he did the duty of the Warriors, their duty to protect the people from all threats, not just demons. Most feel that they don’t even do their duty in eliminating demons and use it for the purpose of gaining fame and honor. Cylus would have none of it.
“The Warriors of Farest abandoned their honor when they failed to save Verion!” He had told the last messenger before the man had left. Just afterward, Cylus had sat and whispered to himself, “So did I.” and took another swig of brandy. The Colted Foal was the inn he had lived in for his first few months in Astoria, he’d been taken in by these people and given a home. During this time, Astoria was home to many refugee’s. Cylus never wanted his location to reach military ears, they’d either label him a deserter or promote him to a high position, the former was most likely.
Now he found himself with Valeria’s Head in Martel’s home. He’d been eating, but as Cylus entered Martel took the plate presumably so they could talk. She had such a pretty and humble home, by far he most valuable possession was her table upon which this nobleman ate.
As Cylus asked the man the question, “How does the head of the House of Valeria find himself in a town such as Astoria?” the man began looking around quite confused, the old man had repeated the question and the noble man began splitting nonsense. He jumped up, seeming to realize something suddenly, began out the door and collapsed. As he did so, Martel let out a small scream.
"Edward!" Cylus called into the house from where the man had collapsed. "Help me carry this man to The Colted Foal." Edward had stumbled out if the house, he'd hit his knee as he jumped up. "I'd like a word with him when he wakes." Together they lifted him and carried the man to the inn and the old man rented him a room.
I'm going to work on my next post, expect it within two days.
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