@Zeeb BladeYou might want to have a bit more of a Post example, dude. To be completely honest, it doesn't even look like a full paragraph.
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The Impatient Patience of Fulfilled Nothingness
STATUS: I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it? 10 yrs ago
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I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it?
10 yrs ago
Weekend was busy, hot, and tiring. I have stuff to do, and this week is looking to be a difficult one. This is going to be a VERY uncomfortable part of my life.
10 yrs ago
DAMMIT! SON OF A-! One of my favorite fanfics is stopping, because apparently it's breaking rules. Not only that, The fanfic I'm working on will have to stop too, since it's similar! This sucks! T-T
10 yrs ago
Must...finish...fanfic...Must...not...look into the YouTube comment section of Death Battle...Must...not...get...sidetracked...
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I got into another online argument about shipping again! I said that I ship Blaze with Silver, and they said that she'd be more likely to be in love with Sonic. I can't see how.
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Hiyas! I'm Otomos. OTOMOS THE CRAZY! HYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
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@TheDarkTemplarYeah, I could see that by the beat down he got from our first dwarf friend.
There! Kaathe finally meets Krovah for the first time! Seriously this guy showed up and disappeared before Kaathe even saw the others back in the beginning. He has n idea who the guy is.
In the beginning of the fifth day, Kaathe thought back on the events of the Past. Many stories were ended in the last few days. Many lives were lost...though they were somewhat questionable. Some things seemed off, and it didn't help that the snow and cold help keep the horrid memories of the slaughter nice and fresh. One would easily make a mistake about how some were doing.
As for Kaathe...it didn't really matter to him, really. Whether they died or not was none of his concern. Fate had simply been cruel to them, and they were dealt some bad hands. If anything, Kaathe only chuckled a bit at the memory. Regardless of how known they were, or what feat they had done, it all proved to be useless in the end. Still, he grinned, and even let out a soft chuckle.
It will always be the same. All the training, fighting, crafting reputation using blood, sweat, and tears...it's all useless. In the end, all are fated to die. That won't stop the others, though... thought Kaathe.
Kaathe paused a moment and thought back to the good rumors that were told of those who were felled.
...You all will be missed by someone. Don't worry, you won't be on your own for long. After all, every person's a bloody fool.
Kaathe was right. It wasn't long, before they found something unpleasant. A single knight, fighting against a horde of cultists and a powerful-looking creature. Like the bloody fools Kaathe was thinking of, they had charged in, their captain leading it with fury and anger. Kaathe could only shake his head to this. Their position was revealed, and any chance of observation and hidden assistance was lost for the most part.
Kaathe ran over to a tree, and climbed up into its branches. He observed the battle, and the rumors he heard of each and every one of his comrades were beginning to be proven true. The dark elf might as well as contribute. After all, this was a battle that had opened 5-day-old wounds.
Kaathe loaded a bolt into his decorated crossbow, and aimed. He waited for a good moment, and pulled the trigger. Like before, the cultist's bodies were easy for his weapon to shoot through. They were no match for the toughness of a strong monster's hide. Once again, the single bolt had flew through the bodies of four cultists, before finally lodging itself into the chest of a fifth.
Acting quickly, Kaathe loaded another bolt, and looked for another target. Then he saw their leader. It was some sort of humanoid beast. Obviously, it must've been intelligent, powerful, and skilled. Why else would it be allowed to lead?...Oh, right. Cultists. Regardless, the dark elf took aim, and waited for a chance to shoot. When he found it, he pulled the trigger, and the bolt went flying towards the monster-like leader of the cultists.
As for Kaathe...it didn't really matter to him, really. Whether they died or not was none of his concern. Fate had simply been cruel to them, and they were dealt some bad hands. If anything, Kaathe only chuckled a bit at the memory. Regardless of how known they were, or what feat they had done, it all proved to be useless in the end. Still, he grinned, and even let out a soft chuckle.
It will always be the same. All the training, fighting, crafting reputation using blood, sweat, and tears...it's all useless. In the end, all are fated to die. That won't stop the others, though... thought Kaathe.
Kaathe paused a moment and thought back to the good rumors that were told of those who were felled.
...You all will be missed by someone. Don't worry, you won't be on your own for long. After all, every person's a bloody fool.
Kaathe was right. It wasn't long, before they found something unpleasant. A single knight, fighting against a horde of cultists and a powerful-looking creature. Like the bloody fools Kaathe was thinking of, they had charged in, their captain leading it with fury and anger. Kaathe could only shake his head to this. Their position was revealed, and any chance of observation and hidden assistance was lost for the most part.
Kaathe ran over to a tree, and climbed up into its branches. He observed the battle, and the rumors he heard of each and every one of his comrades were beginning to be proven true. The dark elf might as well as contribute. After all, this was a battle that had opened 5-day-old wounds.
Kaathe loaded a bolt into his decorated crossbow, and aimed. He waited for a good moment, and pulled the trigger. Like before, the cultist's bodies were easy for his weapon to shoot through. They were no match for the toughness of a strong monster's hide. Once again, the single bolt had flew through the bodies of four cultists, before finally lodging itself into the chest of a fifth.
Acting quickly, Kaathe loaded another bolt, and looked for another target. Then he saw their leader. It was some sort of humanoid beast. Obviously, it must've been intelligent, powerful, and skilled. Why else would it be allowed to lead?...Oh, right. Cultists. Regardless, the dark elf took aim, and waited for a chance to shoot. When he found it, he pulled the trigger, and the bolt went flying towards the monster-like leader of the cultists.
Damn, and here I was, thinking that a guy who would probably not give him the satisfaction of suffering in the end would beat him. Oh well.
@boomloverI take it that means that Kaathe doesn't need to? I mean, I don't want to BeLITTLE Dwarves or anything.
@boomloverI can have Kaathe help out, i guess
9+10 = 9+10
Also, I'm assuming that I'm one of them, considerung, he hasn't hopped onto a horse, yet.
Also, I'm assuming that I'm one of them, considerung, he hasn't hopped onto a horse, yet.
"Cecilia." said Elden in his calm, but stern manner. "Allow me to remind you that this our first mission as a group. If there are any doubts you have, you might as well voice them, as such things may come to life. Thoughts and information play a key role in all of our survival."
At least, that's how Elden felt. A new team knows barely anything about each other, and seldom have members that have strong bonds between each other, so coordination was not a dependable factor. A plan may be well thought out, but there's always possibilities that may sneak their way into the execution of said plan. Elden felt that it was up to the members to communicate with each other and prepare for anything that may happen. If one has doubts, voicing them may allow others to assist in countering those doubts, should they come to life.
At least, that's how Elden felt. A new team knows barely anything about each other, and seldom have members that have strong bonds between each other, so coordination was not a dependable factor. A plan may be well thought out, but there's always possibilities that may sneak their way into the execution of said plan. Elden felt that it was up to the members to communicate with each other and prepare for anything that may happen. If one has doubts, voicing them may allow others to assist in countering those doubts, should they come to life.
Elden was not so fond of riding on horseback. He honestly felt uncomfortable about it, but he didn't complain. It was the only way to reach their destination on time, after all. Still, he decided to distract himself by observing the others.
Loghain seemed a bit strict, and tough, with a bit of cruelty mixed in, by the way his words sounded to Elden. Maybe it was the mission, or maybe it's a situation, but Elden felt that his behavior, if an act, was unnecessary. By contrast, his fellow mage, Calder, was acting like a child having fun. The man must have a taste for travel and adventure. The smile on his face said that much to Elden.
Then the Snake looked to Cecelia.
"Ah." said Elden.
He had noticed that the Elven scout was quiet. Very quiet. She seemed to only speak when spoken to, and secluded herself when not addressed. There was also a look about her that made him feel as if she was concerned about something. Elden frowned. They were a team now -a team that was newly formed, but a team nonetheless- and thus they should work together to discuss worries about the mission...or was it about the mission? For all Elden knew, it could've been a more personal matter. Still, there was no reason not to try and see what was wrong.
"Is something the matter, Cecelia? You look deep in thought."
Loghain seemed a bit strict, and tough, with a bit of cruelty mixed in, by the way his words sounded to Elden. Maybe it was the mission, or maybe it's a situation, but Elden felt that his behavior, if an act, was unnecessary. By contrast, his fellow mage, Calder, was acting like a child having fun. The man must have a taste for travel and adventure. The smile on his face said that much to Elden.
Then the Snake looked to Cecelia.
"Ah." said Elden.
He had noticed that the Elven scout was quiet. Very quiet. She seemed to only speak when spoken to, and secluded herself when not addressed. There was also a look about her that made him feel as if she was concerned about something. Elden frowned. They were a team now -a team that was newly formed, but a team nonetheless- and thus they should work together to discuss worries about the mission...or was it about the mission? For all Elden knew, it could've been a more personal matter. Still, there was no reason not to try and see what was wrong.
"Is something the matter, Cecelia? You look deep in thought."
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