If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart. His passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Exactly. On that matter, Krypteia and Psychomachy, if you have any (constructive!!!!!!!!!) criticism on the CS's, make sure to let them know! And if you don't wanna call em out in here, do it in PM's. Anyone can use some constructive criticism as it can only help you improve, right?!
The name, maybe? Aevar sounds Nordic enough, Drahvar sounds like you ripped it from an Elder Scrolls dark elf. :P His history seems a bit cliché (father that made him hate him, then fought and killed him) but I'm not really against that, I'm just saying it's been done before, many many times. I'll wait for you to say if you wanna change it, I mean it's acceptable but I think you can do better as this wasn't about writing skills but just imagination.
Enalais, for you, grammar grammar grammar. It helps a lot. Besides that the character isn't very in-depth, you should add more details - this looks like what I draw up in my head before I write a CS, sort of like rough edges. Needs more refinement.
I will start collecting the CS's that I deem good enough to be in the RP in the OP. If you find your's there, you're in. So far, none have been disapproved, since most are a WIP.
Yeah, ofcourse we are. Had some people in int. check that were interested but they haven't posted or responded to my PM, even though they were online. :/ So go ahead and craft something up.
Alright, cool! Thanks for the interest! And I can believe you missed this! I think I should've labeled it ''viking RP'' behind the title to clarify what it is. :P
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[i]If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.[/i][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://i68.tinypic.com/2i275ae.png" /><br><br><span class="bb-i">If we are marked to die, we are enough<br>To do our country loss; and if to live,<br>The fewer men, the greater share of honour.<br>God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.<br>By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,<br>Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;<br>It yearns me not if men my garments wear;<br>Such outward things dwell not in my desires;<br>But if it be a sin to covet honour,<br>I am the most offending soul alive.<br>No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.<br>God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour<br>As one man more, methinks, would share from me<br>For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!<br>Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,<br>That he which hath no stomach to this fight,<br>Let him depart. His passport shall be made,<br>And crowns for convoy put into his purse.<br>We would not die in that man’s company<br>That fears his fellowship to die with us.</span></div></div>