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Friend or Foe?

The Moss Witch. The reason Rook had gone out in the first place, and then gotten captured. The reason they had to get her back from Lord Octa's grasp. The reason they all stood or sat around the campfire. Thaliar had heard the name before. First time was many years ago, when his clan's leader had forbidden all contact with the Witch because of "Heresy". The second was around the same time Rook left on her mission, so Thaliar was reluctant put faith in The Moss Witch. Not that he, or they had much choice.

The Elf sat down beside the fire, legs crossed and arms lain on his lap. While he listened to what Rook had to say, he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the sort of rest Elves took; Meditating. The first he already knew. The second, he could not answer then, though the name Burren did ring a bell, far back in his mind. If he could only let his mind think freely...

The third, 'the raven', made Thaliar turn his head slightly, before he straighted himself again. "Who is this raven? Is it connected to this place you mentioned, Burren?" He asked to the group as a whole, his was calm and collected, free of the heavy breath their journey here had required.

The Wild Encephalon [Sci-Fi Western Epic]

I could be convinced to be interested in this. It sounds like it could include elements from Firefly and Savage Worlds: Deadlands.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@CaitsAs long as you can sing to random songs on Spotify, those days can still be good days :D

Friend or Foe?

"I didn't say you..." Thaliar began, but he stopped himself. What was the point really? He knew that Kamri had looked up to Zula ever since she was accepted into The Wood Guards, and that she...handling of his death was less than ideal. So he knew why she snapped back at him like that, and nothing he said could change her mind. Not that he didn't allow the looting. This was war after all.

The elf, his long blonde hair tied in a knot behind him appearing silvery-like in the night, sighed quietly and instead turned his attention towards Dane, Kan and the prisoner they had brought. Compared to Kan, Dane was the experienced veteran with more respect than fear. And while Rook didn't react favourably to the prisoner slung over his shoulder, Thaliar knew where Dane was going with this.

"Maybe later, but first, we need information..." Thaliar said to the group, talking obviously loud so that the unfortunate soldier of Lord Octa could hear him clear. Thaliar's brown eyes were locked on the prisoner, and slowly they began to change colour; the brown changed into a darker shade of green, then to light green and to the point where his eyes actually glowed in the dark. "And that, without our little guest knowing our base."

The elf's hand touched Edwin's forehead, a green light flowing directly into his eyesockets. Was it painful? Thaliar didn't really know, he only felt a stinging, yet satisfying feeling whenever he let the magic go free. But what was it that he did? To put it lightly, he made sure Edwin wouldn't wake up until Thaliar told him to. Edwin's vision would go green, and then all black in an instant. With Edwin unconscious, Thaliar turned to the others again, the green glow now fading back into his normal brown. "Don't worry, he's not dead; We'll get our information. Now let's get moving, who knows when Lord Octa's men will return."

Friend or Foe?

"The Snow Revolt"?

I have no idea either, but I like the plot and surrounding lore already :D

Friend or Foe?

Fear, terror, and so many more emotions was what rang true in Thaliar's ears as the voice of Dane's captive were carried by a gush of cold, winter wind towards the duo left there. It was no questioning what was the cause of alarm; Kan. Thaliar was more than satisfied to have the brute of a man on his side, for several obvious and less obvious reasons. Intimidation was one.

The green eyes that caught the elf's dark brown however, sent a shiver down his spine, but only for a moment. It was Kamri, another Companion in their now shrunk group of rebels. The race of Werebeasts hadn't exactly been looked favourably upon by Thaliar's kin, quite the contrary. They were seen as, indeed, beasts of the night, murderers and sadists with a thirst for human blood. And he recalled for a moment the tales his mother told him about creatures like Kamri laying waste to whole villages.

Kamri however, Thaliar knew, wasn't like that. She was a Companion. Bloody and brutal, yes, but one couldn't argue that Thaliar's powers were painless either? Thaliar sent a grateful nod in her direction as she began to give Rook much needed clothing. "As long as you stop calling me Boss, Kamri; You know that Zula didn't approve of the looting all that much...Rest his spirit eternaly in Harmony." Thaliar said to the green-eyed Werebeast, before turning to Rook. "Not too far from here, you should be fine until then. It's nothing much, but it'll have to do. As soon as Dane and his friends are ready, we should get moving."

Friend or Foe?

The sudden weight that Thaliar felt from Rook didn't catch him off-guard really, though it did take him a solid second to prop her back up again. He knew why she suddenly felt so heavy, for she was sad. It was an interesting concept, the feeling of sadness, one that many elves looked upon with a curious fascination. To many elves, emotion was something that happened to those too caught up in the present and past, and not the future. But to Thaliar, it had become natural after being surrounded by humans so often. Not that he felt it himself all too often, only that one time...

Kan was alive, bloodied and tired, but still alive. The elf smiled back to the massive shape of a man, hidden underneath so many layers of armour that he could have posed as a guard for Lord Octa himself. Rook hurried over to him and hugged him, another sign of emotion, but a good one. Happiness, joy, friendship. That made him smile too. It was a pleasent sight in contrast to what had just befallen this little patch of woods.

And then there was another voice, somewhere in the distance. Thaliar's pointed ears caught it loud and clear, and made the elf turn towards it. It was Dane, another Companion of The Wood Guards, politely asking Kan for help with. Well, polite wasn't exactly what it was, but it was something. "Go ahead, I'll help Rook. "

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair)

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So it was settled. They were going to meet this group of unknowns somewhere south, not knowing whether it was a trap or a geniune meeting to settle the past and other scores. And to top it of, Lola might just have asked him the sanest question he'd ever thought he would hear from the less-than-stable Kiwi; if he was in or out, both in a litteral sense and figurative. And he really wasn't sure what he wanted.

At the one hand, this was sure to end up less than pretty. Best case scenario, words would be exchanged and tears cried. Worst case, shots'd be fired and blood shed. Either way were scenarios Alexander didn't feel comfortable with, especially not when he barely knew any of those involved. And really, he had gotten this far on his own. What were a few more hours walking when he could make sure to stay out of harms way?

But then two things occured; One, he owed Lola and Thalia something. Not just for the warm plastic bag of coffee, but also the short conversation they had that gave Alexander the slighest sense of hope. They hadn't shot him, but talked to him in more or less friendly tone...Before he goofed everything up. So this was perhaps a way to repay them, once again.

And then it was Thalia calling him 'Mugs'. A small smile formed on his lips, a quiet chuckle escaping them. Now that was a fitting codename, he thought. "If I can be of any help, I don't mind sticking around for a little while longer." Alexander said back to them, climbing into the tank after Lola and trying to find a seat. Dunk

Yes, he hit his head on something hard. "ouch..."

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@gohKamikazeOh really? That sounds great! Hope you enjoy the journey, and give me a heads up if you want to catch a beer or something ;)
I'm doing well, better than before at least. Got my head set straight again, but now I'm stressed about my semester paper...6000 words about the Hanseatic Leauge in my university's town. Yay...it needs more Eldrichts horrors.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkThanks for doing that, I hope you don't feel like I'm just pushing you to do it.