Thaaaat'll be fine. :> As long as you're not terribly inactive.
I updated the rules with some new things about overused character archetypes i.e. things that are just bad writing, meant to facilitate improvement as writers, and another rule about grammar and spelling correction. All this means is I will be grabbing the reins more tightly and will look at things with more scrutiny for the sake of quality and improvement. I'm sure nobody here would mind terribly if I just made a small polite correction anyway, since you all seem fairly reasonable. ヽ(´▽｀)ノ
I also made a help section to explain to those new to the roleplay that, since the world is of my creation, it is perfectly fine to ask me about it.
Carry on!
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Gareth sighed. "I suppose you're right..." They stopped there while Wallace spoke, and Harker gave his ear. The wisdom he was provided with held some deep meaning in it, and he held onto it, himself aware of its truth, especially in the past few days. For the next minute or so, the half-elf stood still, meditating on things and staring up at the palace in conjunction with Canti. Now more than ever the palace was a tomb in waiting to house the dead, and a threat on everyone's lives lingered overhead with some killer on the loose, a killer that might soon discover those hot on his trail. The pair that stood in the courtyard, Gareth and Wallace, the former interpreted, would need to mind their footing carefully, else they themselves would be in grave danger. "How long do we have?" Harker unknowingly thought aloud, his face pointed at the ground again.
If you can get on at least once a day, I'm sure it'll be fine.
My favorite part is the part where everyone has greatly unsupportive families.
My favorite part is the part where everyone has greatly unsupportive families.
Sightles said I'd prefer if Epsir, I, and Drowsy started in Dayaman, just starting to sail off, or getting ready to.
Then go ahead with it. :P
Welcome to Uldor.
The sun rose slowly above the harbor, and it gave its light to a new day, the first moments of the morning when peaceful blue birds flocked overhead whispering the words of waking to the people of Himaya. On the 5th day of Theros in the year 725 of the Era of Glory, the port city of Wortgott, the wise sister to a town long lost during the shattering war, had its citizens getting off their beds to the sounds of bells and twittering. The parliament convened its weekly session, the market opened its stalls, and the temples offered its services. The streets were beginning to crowd with the hustle and bustle of everyday life in a port, and ships started their coming and going, fishermen to sea and merchants into docks.
Darxin stifled a yawn and lazily pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet. Smells of eggs over the fire and sausage hit his nose with such piquancy that his body submitted to urge and pulled him downstairs. 'That's right, it's the weekend...' The young man recalled, the time of the week when he could relax, catch a sermon, and take a nice stroll through the city. Maybe he'd visit the inn and waiter for some easy money, for the innkeeper always enjoyed the help with her hands so occupied, or he could go to the docks and listen to bold sailors and travelers tell stories of faraway lands. Breakfast did him well in the way of energy, and with a smile to his mother and a few parting words of care, he left the only home he'd ever known to the streets of the busy town to be taken wherever his feet carried him, a bow strapped to his back and a belt with pouches attached carrying only minor amounts of silver and copper pieces. Knowing it'd do him better to take a kind demeanor with him, young Caelsancti wore a smile on his face as he strolled to the docks to watch the people scurrying about.
The sun rose slowly above the harbor, and it gave its light to a new day, the first moments of the morning when peaceful blue birds flocked overhead whispering the words of waking to the people of Himaya. On the 5th day of Theros in the year 725 of the Era of Glory, the port city of Wortgott, the wise sister to a town long lost during the shattering war, had its citizens getting off their beds to the sounds of bells and twittering. The parliament convened its weekly session, the market opened its stalls, and the temples offered its services. The streets were beginning to crowd with the hustle and bustle of everyday life in a port, and ships started their coming and going, fishermen to sea and merchants into docks.
Darxin stifled a yawn and lazily pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet. Smells of eggs over the fire and sausage hit his nose with such piquancy that his body submitted to urge and pulled him downstairs. 'That's right, it's the weekend...' The young man recalled, the time of the week when he could relax, catch a sermon, and take a nice stroll through the city. Maybe he'd visit the inn and waiter for some easy money, for the innkeeper always enjoyed the help with her hands so occupied, or he could go to the docks and listen to bold sailors and travelers tell stories of faraway lands. Breakfast did him well in the way of energy, and with a smile to his mother and a few parting words of care, he left the only home he'd ever known to the streets of the busy town to be taken wherever his feet carried him, a bow strapped to his back and a belt with pouches attached carrying only minor amounts of silver and copper pieces. Knowing it'd do him better to take a kind demeanor with him, young Caelsancti wore a smile on his face as he strolled to the docks to watch the people scurrying about.
Gareth swallowed this information as he realized the hand of a third party in the events of the days. He hoped Feril would be alright, but he preferred that she be released earlier. Despite his wishes, however, it was out of his hands, and he was helpless to help her out of the trouble she might be in. Harker squinted as they exited the building, his pupils dilating as he adjusted to the bright sun outside. "It is... true... For the most part, however, sometimes his niceness seems manipulative to promote an agenda on the hunt to increase his repertoire..." He finally revealed what he had thought about Thomas the whole time they were speaking in the hall. "He's... got an enormous ego on his shoulders, and I'm not a huge fan... I would love to be relieved of working for him, but I need the job, and I have no choice. Everyone owns up to his 'honorable deeds' and whatnot." He raised his voice at the words 'honorable deeds' indicating some sort of disappointed skepticism. "I don't hate him, I just... don't really like him as much as I thought I would." Harker confided in Wallace the nature of his liking Thomas before things took a negative turn, a strong hint of prior attraction that Gareth hoped would stick out enough for Canti to understand what he was trying to say.
Accepted!
On that note, we have a good number of people here, so perhaps now I will write us a starter and introduce you to the world.
What land would you prefer this to start in?
On that note, we have a good number of people here, so perhaps now I will write us a starter and introduce you to the world.
What land would you prefer this to start in?
Thanks for the advice, Dervish, I'll be taking that strategy from now on!
Name: Darxin Maalam Caelsancti.
Age: 16.
Nationality: Himaya.
Race(s): Efyddian-Faelorn and Dayaman-Dorthan.
Background:
Biography:
A Dorthan mother and Faelorn father raised Darxin in his homeland of Himaya. His childhood wasn't spent to its fullest, but in his years from age 10 up until now, he grew particularly close to his parents and more spiritually in touch with himself. In school, surely the young Caelsancti wasn't always the most popular of the students, but he was one of the brightest. His intelligence, however, was largely unnoticed by a majority of his teachers and classmates, much to his dismay. Of course, he'd always had an interest in the politics of the lands, for his father permitted him to visit a parliamentary session or two together. Even in his own home, though, he felt his opinion was always trivialized by his family and friends no matter how valuable he thought it was. His mother encouraged him to give to the poor, thus he offered a loaf of bread every now and then, which the family could afford because of his father's merchant status. Even still, his mother took him to her homeland in Dayaman, which revealed to him their ways and furthered his mental growth greatly, changing him for the rest of his life into a penitent, religious devotee who greatly lived up to the virtues of his temple's hypocritical beliefs.
Personality: Resultant of his upbringing, Darxin ended up being very attention-seeking due to some neglect by friends and close family to important emotional needs. He remains optimistic in the aftermath of a war he wasn't alive to witness the ominousness of, and he stays very protective of those around him, even if they don't devote themselves to protecting him. He gives into the will of others easily, even if initially he doesn't see the harm it does to him in the lack of reciprocation. This doesn't make him naive, however, for he looks at strangers with close scrutiny to protect himself and others and stop misdeeds. He tries to avoid confrontation and has difficulties approaching people for the first time.
Religion: Erdoni.
Appearance:
Clothing: Usually he wears a red tunic rolled up to his elbows, a tunic which usually comes an inch or two below his natural waste, and off-white, black-belted pants tucked under his boots.
Height: 5'9" (~175 cm).
Weight: 154 lbs. (~70 kg).
Build: Not exceedingly fat or thick, but muscular nonetheless.
Hair: Medium-dark brown, with long bangs pushed over to the side.
Eyes: Cobalt blue.
Skin: Naturally tanned.
Tattoos/Markings: None.
Weapon: Bow.
Accessories/Other: Sometimes he carries a small instrument similar to an ocarina, in this world known as an orbflute.
Age: 16.
Nationality: Himaya.
Race(s): Efyddian-Faelorn and Dayaman-Dorthan.
Background:
Biography:
A Dorthan mother and Faelorn father raised Darxin in his homeland of Himaya. His childhood wasn't spent to its fullest, but in his years from age 10 up until now, he grew particularly close to his parents and more spiritually in touch with himself. In school, surely the young Caelsancti wasn't always the most popular of the students, but he was one of the brightest. His intelligence, however, was largely unnoticed by a majority of his teachers and classmates, much to his dismay. Of course, he'd always had an interest in the politics of the lands, for his father permitted him to visit a parliamentary session or two together. Even in his own home, though, he felt his opinion was always trivialized by his family and friends no matter how valuable he thought it was. His mother encouraged him to give to the poor, thus he offered a loaf of bread every now and then, which the family could afford because of his father's merchant status. Even still, his mother took him to her homeland in Dayaman, which revealed to him their ways and furthered his mental growth greatly, changing him for the rest of his life into a penitent, religious devotee who greatly lived up to the virtues of his temple's hypocritical beliefs.
Personality: Resultant of his upbringing, Darxin ended up being very attention-seeking due to some neglect by friends and close family to important emotional needs. He remains optimistic in the aftermath of a war he wasn't alive to witness the ominousness of, and he stays very protective of those around him, even if they don't devote themselves to protecting him. He gives into the will of others easily, even if initially he doesn't see the harm it does to him in the lack of reciprocation. This doesn't make him naive, however, for he looks at strangers with close scrutiny to protect himself and others and stop misdeeds. He tries to avoid confrontation and has difficulties approaching people for the first time.
Religion: Erdoni.
Appearance:
Clothing: Usually he wears a red tunic rolled up to his elbows, a tunic which usually comes an inch or two below his natural waste, and off-white, black-belted pants tucked under his boots.
Height: 5'9" (~175 cm).
Weight: 154 lbs. (~70 kg).
Build: Not exceedingly fat or thick, but muscular nonetheless.
Hair: Medium-dark brown, with long bangs pushed over to the side.
Eyes: Cobalt blue.
Skin: Naturally tanned.
Tattoos/Markings: None.
Weapon: Bow.
Accessories/Other: Sometimes he carries a small instrument similar to an ocarina, in this world known as an orbflute.
Accepted!
I'm so gud that I forgot to add a slot for skin color on the character sheet. Oops.
And a slot for build. Double oops.
I'm so gud that I forgot to add a slot for skin color on the character sheet. Oops.
And a slot for build. Double oops.
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