It's because this is an American site, and Americans are currently afraid of Arabs.
I have an Arab character that I've been working on for a while. Because of that, I've done research into their culture.
I think it'd be interesting to have a middle easterner RP
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I'm so tired ,_,
I'm starting to feel like my own character now
I'm starting to feel like my own character now
Isam tilted his head, his face taking on a look of concern. He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do. He took a look back at the Russian man, still unconscious in his bed, then turned back to Shay.
"Fen brought that man in from the desert. He supposedly said something about a 'Trojan horse' being sent to the city. I don't trust him." That wasn't surprising; Isam trusted few people. Maybe whoever shot him was trying to stop him from getting here for a reason; maybe he was the Trojan horse.
Isam got up from his chair and turned it around to sit in it backward, giving him the back of the chair to rest his chin on. "Once you feel better, we can take you back to your home. It would probably be more comfortable there for you." The doctor hadn't said anything about keeping her overnight, so Isam figured, why not?
"Fen brought that man in from the desert. He supposedly said something about a 'Trojan horse' being sent to the city. I don't trust him." That wasn't surprising; Isam trusted few people. Maybe whoever shot him was trying to stop him from getting here for a reason; maybe he was the Trojan horse.
Isam got up from his chair and turned it around to sit in it backward, giving him the back of the chair to rest his chin on. "Once you feel better, we can take you back to your home. It would probably be more comfortable there for you." The doctor hadn't said anything about keeping her overnight, so Isam figured, why not?
i'm just kind of lurking
still think omar could be a farm guy
livestock maybe
you can't grow meat, man
still think omar could be a farm guy
livestock maybe
you can't grow meat, man
I guess I am for now
Isam stood back as Sun did his mind thing with Shay. He wasn't really sure what was going on, but it seemed to helping. The man's tension left little by little as Shay finally stopped her panicking. Then, when she opened her eyes, he might have even smiled a little. It was about then that he re-realized just how tired he was.
Isam looked around until he found a chair, and pulled it into the room to sit down. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple times, then looked back at Shay and Sun. It looked as though she was going to be okay, but he felt inclined to stay anyway. The strange man in the next room helped convince him. What if he was the enemy? What if, while they were gone as thinking him asleep, he called his undead hoards back. It was strange, Isam thought, that he had been right in the middle of such a large herd, but yet none of them had touched him.
"How are you feeling?" Isam finally asked Shay, breaking his silence. She looked a little better now that she was...aware. It seemed that whatever she had been seeing was gone.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Copper poked his head out of the kids' room to watch the nurse walk down the hall. He pulled back in quickly and looked at Libby, a little hesitant. He waited a few minutes, squirming in his seat, before finally asking. "Should we call them?"
Libby looked up. "I guess..." She hopped down out of her seat and went over to the door, closing it. She then pulled a small device out of her coat pocket.
The girl sat back down in her chair and turned the device on, Copper coming to lean over her shoulder. The thing gave a bit of static, then went clear.
"Mr. Leader?" Libber asked, her voice hushed. There a moment of silence, then.
"Yes?" The voice that come over the
"We're inside. The people here are really nice, ans they have a really cool city in here."
"Tell me something I don't know, Libby." The girl gulped.
"Uh, we saw Sasha here. What do we do?"
"Sasha is a menace to our plan, and if the plan doesn't work, we're all in big trouble. You'll do what you have to do: Kill Sasha."
The girl squeaked. "But-"
"That's enough. Don't contact me again until it's done."
Isam looked around until he found a chair, and pulled it into the room to sit down. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple times, then looked back at Shay and Sun. It looked as though she was going to be okay, but he felt inclined to stay anyway. The strange man in the next room helped convince him. What if he was the enemy? What if, while they were gone as thinking him asleep, he called his undead hoards back. It was strange, Isam thought, that he had been right in the middle of such a large herd, but yet none of them had touched him.
"How are you feeling?" Isam finally asked Shay, breaking his silence. She looked a little better now that she was...aware. It seemed that whatever she had been seeing was gone.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Copper poked his head out of the kids' room to watch the nurse walk down the hall. He pulled back in quickly and looked at Libby, a little hesitant. He waited a few minutes, squirming in his seat, before finally asking. "Should we call them?"
Libby looked up. "I guess..." She hopped down out of her seat and went over to the door, closing it. She then pulled a small device out of her coat pocket.
The girl sat back down in her chair and turned the device on, Copper coming to lean over her shoulder. The thing gave a bit of static, then went clear.
"Mr. Leader?" Libber asked, her voice hushed. There a moment of silence, then.
"Yes?" The voice that come over the
"We're inside. The people here are really nice, ans they have a really cool city in here."
"Tell me something I don't know, Libby." The girl gulped.
"Uh, we saw Sasha here. What do we do?"
"Sasha is a menace to our plan, and if the plan doesn't work, we're all in big trouble. You'll do what you have to do: Kill Sasha."
The girl squeaked. "But-"
"That's enough. Don't contact me again until it's done."
I've been thinking
where the hell does the city get enough food to feed all of its people
so I thought that maybe Omar, Isam's friend mentioned in my very first post, could be something of an agriculturist.
Maybe Isam's group managed to keep a few goats or chickens or whatever alive by the time they got to the city, and had bred enough to make a nice little farm back there in their corner
Plus whatever animals are running around, deer and such, could probably be domesticated
Just a thought
where the hell does the city get enough food to feed all of its people
so I thought that maybe Omar, Isam's friend mentioned in my very first post, could be something of an agriculturist.
Maybe Isam's group managed to keep a few goats or chickens or whatever alive by the time they got to the city, and had bred enough to make a nice little farm back there in their corner
Plus whatever animals are running around, deer and such, could probably be domesticated
Just a thought
Isam lifted his head as the dungeon door opened. His eyes squinted as light spilled in. He was so used to the darkness that the shine of daylight almost hurt. The man let out a soft groan and dropped his head once more when he saw a guard making his way down. He mentally prepared himself for another beating, maybe the one that would end his miserable life. But before the guard could reach his cell, he dropped to the floor.
Isam lifted his head again, his eyes meeting those of another man. He was smaller than the guard, dressed in Fireblade armor, but he claimed to want to help. He said he had some kind of beef with Dragonmaw. Isam didn't care; the man opened his cell and his first thought was sweet freedom. Isam slowly pulled himself up onto his hand and knees, and then just his knees. With the stranger's help, he was able to get onto his feet. Isam depended heavily on the man's support, however. His body was weak; it was all he could do to stay on his feet.
As the man half drug him over to the dead guard, Isam groaned at the thought of putting the heavy armor on. He wanted the dignity of clothing, yes, but not the weight of armor on his raw and beaten skin. Isam leaned himself up against the wall and concentrated on staying upright.
"You have to help me," He rasped, his throat dry and his voice under used. "I can't...I can barely stand." His whole body was screaming at him to just lay down and sleep. His muscles hurt and his bones ached. The poor knight was too weak to bend over without falling, let alone dress himself.
Isam lifted his head again, his eyes meeting those of another man. He was smaller than the guard, dressed in Fireblade armor, but he claimed to want to help. He said he had some kind of beef with Dragonmaw. Isam didn't care; the man opened his cell and his first thought was sweet freedom. Isam slowly pulled himself up onto his hand and knees, and then just his knees. With the stranger's help, he was able to get onto his feet. Isam depended heavily on the man's support, however. His body was weak; it was all he could do to stay on his feet.
As the man half drug him over to the dead guard, Isam groaned at the thought of putting the heavy armor on. He wanted the dignity of clothing, yes, but not the weight of armor on his raw and beaten skin. Isam leaned himself up against the wall and concentrated on staying upright.
"You have to help me," He rasped, his throat dry and his voice under used. "I can't...I can barely stand." His whole body was screaming at him to just lay down and sleep. His muscles hurt and his bones ached. The poor knight was too weak to bend over without falling, let alone dress himself.
I'm thinking about how long Russian guy should be out
About how long do you guys want the whole 'trojan horse' mystery to drag out?
About how long do you guys want the whole 'trojan horse' mystery to drag out?
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