Riven Wight

Greetings everyone

You did wonderfully writing this introduction. :-)

Glad to have you here! I hope you like the site, RPs, and roleplayers! Enjoy!

Northwood Academy

Added the schedule picture to Zaylin's profile.

If no one minds me putting up the offer, if anyone would like a schedule done up like that, let me know. I have the template for it saved, so it would be easy to change it for anyone who would want it.

Note: I copied the general layout from @McHaggis. Hope you don't mind! You have good design skills. :-)

Northwood Academy

Unless someone wants to do a class or breakfast collab (Saltwater?) with Zaylin (I think CodeZX's character is the only other PC sophomore. Correct me if I'm wrong), I could easily get her to lunch.

And Kirah, thanks for the reminder! :-)

Northwood Academy

Happy belated Memorial Day, people! Thanks to any and all of you who have or currently serve.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

Happy Memorial Day, everyone!

The Collector (2) [Closed]

Faira gasped as Marianne moved with impossible speed and stood in front of her. The humming ball of flames flared, then shot forward--missing Marianne by a couple inches--as Faira took a slight step back, careful to not step on Rosaline.

She clenched her fists and forced herself to return the woman’s unsettling stare, willing herself to appear fierce and confident, but her face gave her away. She suppressed a shudder and looked away.

She inhaled through her nose and closed her eyes, expecting the worst for a “but” when Marianne placed a scythe-claw against her throat. Her free hand twitched as she resisted the urge to grip Marianne’s wrist. The power crackling on the blade brushed unnervingly against Faira’s skin.

“But don’t ever talk down to me again, alright Faira dear?”

Faira opened her eyes and blinked in surprise. “S-so you’ll help?” she whispered, then exhaled heavily as Marianne turned away.

She felt like she was going to melt into the floor in relief, the sensation of her overeager abilities rising as if to gladly offer that option.

No, she scolded, trying to push the desire away as the other two women joined in the fight. There's gotta be something I can do!

Not wanting to leave Rosaline--and not entirely sure how much of a help verses a hindrance she would be against the morphing beast in close combat--Faira took a deep breath and raised a hand toward the thing. Her brows knitted together as she concentrated on the shadow the creature cast, willing it to obey her. A portion of the shadow darkened and twitched before the black portion pulled from the ground, forming a dark, mist-like sheet that wrapped around the beast in an attempt to blind it as it went after Scarlet.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

Sorry, I was waiting to see if Shi or Dralinix would respond before I wrote for Faira again. I'm worn out tonight, but will try to post either tomorrow or Monday. :-) Hope you all have had a good Saturday!

Of Men and Elves (Siaya-Dragalorn x AutumnFrost)

Ryathane wove his way through the city, utilizing the backstreets. Using the money he had acquired from the pompous man earlier, as well as what little he had to start with, he went from shop to shop, purchasing a few items he would need: bottles of poison for his arrows. An extra net the merchant claimed to be enchanted. A gnarly looking bear trap, the barter with the blacksmith taking him longer than Ryathane wanted to admit. A small slab of meat, cut into three smaller pieces for bait. Then, of course, with the leftover money, a handful of jerky and a loaf of bread baked to perfection by a rather flirtatious woman baker.

As the glorious colors of twilight painted the sky, turning the clouds into flames floating in the navy sea of the creeping night, Ryathane made his way through the surrounding forest. With his items in a “borrowed” sack slung over his shoulder, he hiked down the beaten path outside the town for a short distance, then turned into the woods themselves.

The late evening darkened beneath the trees, but his eyes adjusted easily to the shadows. He made his way expertly through the underbrush. After a couple minutes, he stopped near a dense cropping of trees, the shrubs around it growing wildly.

Setting his bag on the ground, he reached into the bushes around one of the trees. He pulled his bow and quiver of arrows from beneath the shrubbery, slung the bow across his back, and quickly hooked the quiver to his belt. After prying a crude, leather backpack from a hallow near the tree’s base, he picking up the sack once more, and set out deeper into the woods. He easily relocated the manticore’s trail he had found that morning.

After choosing a base near the center of the beast’s trail, he made haste to set everything up before the manticore began its hunt.

He pulled out the skillfully wrapped net from the burlap sack. Drawing his dagger, he tried once more to cut the tightly woven net, but the sharp blade refused to make even the slightest of scratches. After rigging it to ensnare any who stepped into it, he covered the net with debris of the forest floor, making it blend in with the ground, and carefully placed a slab of meat near it.

He hurried to set up the bear trap and two other, smaller enchanted nets he had in his pack. After placing the net without bait in the most trafficked area, he ran a line from each of the nets through the trees to a single, grand oak growing proudly from the earth. He tied each cord to a different branch in the treetop, creating a hidden signal system for if something tripped one of his nets.

With the sun all but vanquished by the horizon, Ryathane returned to the ground, grabbed his pack, and climbed nimbly up the copious branches sprouting from the tree trunk. He sat where two thick branches entwined, the surrounding leaves hiding him from view below. He hung his pack from one nearby branch and draped his bow carefully on another.

He pulled one of the bottles of poison from where he had transferred them into his pack. He fingered it for a moment, before gripping it firmly.

“Been a while since I’ve had this luxury,” he muttered, an excited smile on his lips as he unstoppered the wide-necked bottle. Exercising caution, he dipped the tips of his arrows individually into the bottle, holding them each out for the few seconds it took for the liquid to dry.

With the shadows of night finally fully encompassing the forest, Ryathane placed the last arrow back into his hip quiver, then made himself as comfortable as he could.

The music of the night sounded around him as nocturnal creatures stirred from their slumber. Crickets chirped, their chorus joined by the howl of a wolf. Another wolf answered the first, but a waking owl interrupted it.

Ryathane closed his eyes, listening. His muscles remained tense and ready to pounce should he hear anything amiss, or one of his traps snag something. His stationary form blended perfectly with the shadows saturating the tree branches as the hunter waited with patient vigilance for his prey.

Northwood Academy

@Saltwater Thief Love the avatar! :-)

Northwood Academy

Zaylin Devonshire

6:00-6:30 a.m.
From the Dorm to the Dining Hall

Zaylin groaned as her alarm clock sounded, the annoying, high-pitched buzz enough to drive even the most sensible man to insanity. She slammed a fist down on the alarm on the nightstand beside the bed, careful to not smash it harder than it could handle. She had lost more alarm clocks in the last year that way than she had in the rest of her life.
Right, school. Public. Zaylin groaned again and pulled a pillow over her head. From beneath the fluffy comforter, her stomach grumbled. And food. She peeked out the side of her pillow and glared at the early morning sunlight brightening the window’s curtains. They need night classes.
Blinking groggily through the layer of sleep clouding her vision, Zaylin tossed her blankets from her and sat up. She glanced to Athena’s bed, now empty. The memory of the other girl’s alarm sounding and her leaving formed only a foggy memory.
Muttering unintelligible complaints about the morning, Zaylin grudgingly got ready for her day. She hesitantly changed into the school’s uniform, the hem of her skirt nearly brushing against the floor and the blazer thankfully black. She slipped on a pair of socks over the accursed tights, then adorned her usual pair of combat boots. To finish her look, she put on a gem-studded watch and one of her favorite simple chokers, and applied her usual layer of black lipstick.
She paused, checking her reflection in the mirror.
She tugged at the tie around her neck, its pattern matching her skirt. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm the first-day nerves.
With a quick, one-eyed glance to the door, Zaylin placed her hands in front of her as if in prayer. Inhaling through her nose, she opened her eyes. The gold in her irises intensified as a thin, serpentine stream of flame curled down her hands. The feeling of exuberant release, of rightness, flooded through her and tingled comfortingly across her skin.
Calm. Control. The strand broke off into two and licked harmlessly at the cuff before going out, leaving only a slight hint of ash on the fabric.
She brushed the ash contentedly away and checked her schedule. Zaylin shoved the books she thought she would need into a messenger bag decorated with various sizes of chains, then headed into the hall, trying to remember how to get to the dining hall as she ran through the various rooms and directions she had gotten from Athena the night before.
As usual, her memory served her well. She soon found herself in the crowded room, the smell of breakfast food making her salivate.
Making her way through the line of half-awake students, she modestly filled her plate with food worthy of any carnivore, adding a few fruits into the mix for good measure. Not wanting to interact with anyone so early in the morning, she gravitated to one of the few remaining empty tables. Keeping a watchful eye on the time, she pulled out one of her books and began to read while enjoying the surprisingly delectable school breakfast.