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5 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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8 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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9 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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9 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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9 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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@Denny

@Denny I'll try get the sheet done before I sleep tonight!
@Denny I'm writing up a Livestock farmer, is it alright if I have him as a local of the island? Or does he have to be a 'newbie'?
As the howl died down, the effects of it became apparent. The ratmen started fleeing the battlefield, all of them scrambling for the bridge. Fariha smirked, as she released her arrow. The arrow whistled through the air before slamming into the heart of a distressed Skaven. The projectile's momentum countering the forward movement of the rat's body, causing it to just flop lifelessly on the spot. The problem with most of the ratkin's movements was that it was awfully erratic. Their nimble feet carried them left and right as they ran in fear of the large beast that howled.

Fariha had disconnected herself from her group for the most part, but support was still around. Marianne's insects were slowing down the Skaven whilst Nove cut them down as they came passed him. Some of the ratkin had reached her position on the bridge, but instead of fleeing in fear, they brandished their weapons, striking out at the elf. While most archers would pull out their knife for a close quarters engagement, Fariha was confident in her agility. The wood elf jumped over a spear thrust before planting her feet into the Skaven's face, pushing off of it like a platform. She somersaulted in the air, pulling another arrow from her hip quiver. Thrum. THWACK! In one swift movement, she had nocked and fired the arrow into the throat of one of the Skaven.

Another ratkin struck out at her with his crude sword, leaping forward with an exaggerated overhead swing. Fariha sidestepped the sloppy attack, grabbing the rat by the arm before pulling him forward to put him further off balance. Her other hand unsheathed her hunting dagger in an icepick grip. In an instant she stepped forward, stabbing the beast clean through the back of the neck. She pivoted sideways, pushing the body away with a kick to the waist as blood poured out of the stab wound. Fariha clicked her tongue in disgust as some of the blood splattered onto her boot.
I could write up a farmer! @Denny
I'll get writing when I can. Is there a specific age range you wanted?
I assume there's still space here, given that the recent posts are about filling space~

I'm not sure what kind of character to write though. Any particular roles you'd like me to fill?
@Denny
In her deep slumber, her consciousness was brought down into the depths of her soul where the spirits resided. "Aah, I never thought that you'd meet the legendary Denmother, my child." The five said in unison as the clambered onto Fariha's 'body'. As usual, the five spirits moved and spoke as one, which to Fariha was kind of amusing. The Five wore the form of small human forms the size of one's hand; these forms were vague with little to no detail other than their colours and large white eyes.
"To encounter and even sleep upon such a figure brings great joy to us spirits and it will bring great fortune to you and your clan. Consider yourself blessed." they continued in a happy tone, her eyes flicking to each of the spirits, responding with a warm, cheerful smile.

A strange sensation flowed through the elf's body, the spirits shivered slightly as it passed.
"We have entered the rift. It's time to wake up now, child." They said simply, sending her consciousness back to the surface.



Fariha woke up with a start as the Lupine shook her. She immediately grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow out of instinct, aiming it around the her in a frenzy. The circles on her hand lit up once more, washing a pale aura over her. She blinked a few times, loosening the tension on her string. The young elf looked at Grendrick, feeling quite embarrassed, "U-uhh, sorry? haha.." She responded awkwardly as she hopped down from the Denmother. She really wanted to go back to sleep, but she fought the urge to climb back on and do so. There was work to do. She probably wouldn't be able to anyway, with the strong smell of death and Skaven around.

The wood elf quietly listened to the Lupine's plan. It was sound.. Or at least in her opinion. She watched the Lupine charge only to stop and let out a mighty howl, one that even the bravest of hunters couldn't withstand. Had Grendrick been her enemy, she may have paralysed in fear. She closed her eyes and braced herself as if wading through harsh winds, calming her mind as the howl shook her very bones. She knew what he was doing, so it was time for her to do her part. She waited for a moment before opening her eyes, following the path of the Lupine, her feet nimbly skipping over the dead bodies and sprawled limbs with ease. She stopped a fair distance away from the combat, pulling back an arrow. She waited for movement, her arrow ready to fire.
Fariha paused for a moment to see the Denmother's response. It didn't come off as aggressive or even cautious.. Well of course it wouldn't be cautious of a tiny elf like her. She slowly inched forward, her hand seeming to disappear into the luxurious white fur of the Dire Bear. It wasn't long before the wood elf had her entire body pressed against the soft fur of the Denmother. It was pure bliss. Fariha closed her eyes as she basked in the softness; the coat filled with the scent of the forest, intertwined with the smell of the mountains and places she couldn't begin to describe.

"It is an honour.. Denmother.." She whispered in a happy tone.

The forest spirits within the young elf also wanted to revel in the magnificent coat of the Denmother, for they too knew of the legends that surrounded this figure. The rings on Fariha's hand glowed, spreading and enveloping her body in a soft, faint light. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for the young elf, the soft white fur had conquered all sense of urgency and time. She was out like a candle light on a windy day, a warm smile on her face as she fell asleep.



@Zelosse




The shaman merely watched as the Warlock demonstrated some of his power and control over this realm. She couldn't help be feel disturbed by the mass the beast held in his hand. It was a pitiful existence for sure. The scream she heard was faint, but it seemed.. somewhat human. The orb that now rested in the Warlocks hand seemed like a soul, she saw an emptiness within it. When orb crashed into the empty husk, she had an idea of what was going on. This is possibly why he wanted 'Humanity', but she wasn't sure, since he failed to answer her question.

She took a half step back as the creature appeared behind the Warlock. She was curious about it, yet unwilling to delve into the physiology of the summoned beast. It reminded her of Vert. Perhaps it was just the maw.. She followed the Warlock back inside, taking this time to think about her decision, she opened her mouth to speak after he had finished. It had only just occurred to her that she hadn't given the Warlock her name.. Perhaps it was due to their previous encounter leaving behind some hostilities.

"Excuse my rudeness." She began, bowing toward the Warlock. "My name is Zenovia Almire, a Spirit Walker from the House of Almire. I will accept your offer, however I would like to keep my own body. As my previous mentor once taught me; 'A spirit walker's potential lies within the bond between their spiritual and physical form.' Perhaps she generalised that statement as I was a child when she told me." Zenovia continued, her tone of voice had become more respectful as she spoke.

"I humbly ask you to be my teacher. However I cannot assist you, should you ask me to harm my comrades. If it is only Humanity that you seek, I will endeavour to obtain it in tangible form. Should we meet outside this realm, I must act as your enemy. Is this acceptable?"
It seemed that people had started to introduce themselves to the group, Ayse's ambitions and abilities were interesting to the elf. Having the power to burn away injury was something she hadn't heard of before. Then again, there are many things that she hadn't heard of in this world due to her somewhat isolated life in the tribe. The woman's ambitions were.. different from what she expected. Finding her fiance in the rift.. There was no cause for concern as Ayse reassured everyone that she wasn't going to just leave after reuniting with him.

Marianne had also joined in on introductions, her abilities were also quite unique. Fariha couldn't believe that the girl had a giant Mantis hidden somewhere, but perhaps that must've been the stronger presence she had felt. Although most people would shiver that the thought of so many bugs crawling around the girl, Fariha was rather glad that there are others that embrace nature in such a way.

As Artemis mentioned the dungeon guide, a shout was heard behind the thick wooden door. A burly man crashed through the thick wood walls, a white direbear close behind. The wood elf took a half step back in response to the sudden event, but made no move to assist the man. She had a gut feeling that these two were pretty close. Must be something that happens all the time. It didn't take long for the man to wrestle the direbear into submission. 'Speaking of embracing nature..' she thought, suppressing a chuckle.

Her eyes lit up as Artemis mentioned the man's name. The Siph Barou was their dungeon guide? She never thought that someone so powerful would assist a low ranking group like theirs, she expected at most, a gold rank. However, the real legend she wanted to meet was the Denmother. She walked up to the denmother, her steps making no noise as she approached it. She looked straight at the direbear in a slight expression of awe. This direbear was much larger than the one she fought in the forest. As expected of a denmother. She bowed slowly a few feet away from the legendary beast. "May I touch your fur?" the elf asked in a soft voice, however still sounding calm as to not show hesitation or weakness. As odd as it might sound to everyone else, to Fariha, this was a privilege.
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