Rtron
Member
Konan375Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
In
"Hunted" Interest Check - An Untold Story About Werewolves
→
12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Just click on new roleplay, and it'll be like creating an interest check thread, only you'll have two tabs in one thread. (what you actually write will appear in the OOC, with the IC blank)
In
"Hunted" Interest Check - An Untold Story About Werewolves
→
12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Damn double post....
Anyway, your Diablo idea would be a good way to start everyone off. Those who want to be werewolves could be trapped and when the hunters(including those players who want to stab werewolves) come, escape in the chaos.
Anyway, your Diablo idea would be a good way to start everyone off. Those who want to be werewolves could be trapped and when the hunters(including those players who want to stab werewolves) come, escape in the chaos.
In
"Hunted" Interest Check - An Untold Story About Werewolves
→
12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I'm interested in this.
Althalus
He shrugged again at Mar’s raised eyebrow. He hadn’t expected anything less. However, she surprised him when she snapped her head backwards to look at him, clearly troubled by the idea that Lyn’s blood wasn’t from either of them. He, personally, was untroubled by the fact. Lyn was already unusual in a variety of ways. What was one more? Still, as Mar voiced her dislike, Althalus turned his palms up and gave a small shrug in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. “As long as she doesn’t start shooting lightning bolts, spitting fire, or raising the dead, I assume that she’ll remain relatively normal in her magical abilities. Then again, I can’t say I would be overly surprised if she showed talents for another mage blood as well. Seeing as she’s two months old and looks like she’s six years old, I can safely say I can’t be surprised by her anymore.”
A small chuckle escaped him as Lyn displayed her eagerness at seeing ‘Aunt Alaira’. For someone with all the destructive tendencies of a lightning storm, Alaira absolutely adored Lyn. Briefly, his face clouded as he remembered the lengths she was willing to go for his child. He took Lyn, suspiciously watching her toy, and smiled as Mar went off into a small list of all the things he needed to do for Lyn. Despite her best efforts, he noticed, she was slowly changing. He also noticed her distress at this fact, but mentioned neither. If she ever wanted to bring the subject up, he would be waiting. But trying to bring it up for her would be…painful, to say the least. “Meet you in the Dining Hall, make sure she eats meat, teach her more about the art of sneaking,” privately, Althalus decided to keep her from going on an actual hunt for a while yet, ”and make sure she doesn’t climb on the angry half-demon Demonomancer teacher or anything else that might strike her fancy. Got it.”
Before he left, he impulsively leant down and kissed Mar on the cheek, winking at her as he turned to leave. “Alright you maniacal gardener, let’s go visit your favorite Aunt.”
Althalus very nearly tripped and fell over the crossbow box standing right outside his door. Luckily for all parties involved, he managed to catch himself. “Who just leaves a-Oh! My crossbow!” He gave the now wriggling and eagerly reaching towards her Aunt (toy still tightly grasped), Lyn to Alaira. “Here. Take her before she leaps out of my arms and tries to tackle you. Also, she’s a herbamancer with a tendency to fill her parents’ bed with thorn bushes. Curved thorn bushes.” Picking up the box, he set it out of the way so Mar didn’t run into it, and watched Alaira with Lyn. Quietly he said, “Thank you for saving them.”
He shrugged again at Mar’s raised eyebrow. He hadn’t expected anything less. However, she surprised him when she snapped her head backwards to look at him, clearly troubled by the idea that Lyn’s blood wasn’t from either of them. He, personally, was untroubled by the fact. Lyn was already unusual in a variety of ways. What was one more? Still, as Mar voiced her dislike, Althalus turned his palms up and gave a small shrug in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. “As long as she doesn’t start shooting lightning bolts, spitting fire, or raising the dead, I assume that she’ll remain relatively normal in her magical abilities. Then again, I can’t say I would be overly surprised if she showed talents for another mage blood as well. Seeing as she’s two months old and looks like she’s six years old, I can safely say I can’t be surprised by her anymore.”
A small chuckle escaped him as Lyn displayed her eagerness at seeing ‘Aunt Alaira’. For someone with all the destructive tendencies of a lightning storm, Alaira absolutely adored Lyn. Briefly, his face clouded as he remembered the lengths she was willing to go for his child. He took Lyn, suspiciously watching her toy, and smiled as Mar went off into a small list of all the things he needed to do for Lyn. Despite her best efforts, he noticed, she was slowly changing. He also noticed her distress at this fact, but mentioned neither. If she ever wanted to bring the subject up, he would be waiting. But trying to bring it up for her would be…painful, to say the least. “Meet you in the Dining Hall, make sure she eats meat, teach her more about the art of sneaking,” privately, Althalus decided to keep her from going on an actual hunt for a while yet, ”and make sure she doesn’t climb on the angry half-demon Demonomancer teacher or anything else that might strike her fancy. Got it.”
Before he left, he impulsively leant down and kissed Mar on the cheek, winking at her as he turned to leave. “Alright you maniacal gardener, let’s go visit your favorite Aunt.”
Althalus very nearly tripped and fell over the crossbow box standing right outside his door. Luckily for all parties involved, he managed to catch himself. “Who just leaves a-Oh! My crossbow!” He gave the now wriggling and eagerly reaching towards her Aunt (toy still tightly grasped), Lyn to Alaira. “Here. Take her before she leaps out of my arms and tries to tackle you. Also, she’s a herbamancer with a tendency to fill her parents’ bed with thorn bushes. Curved thorn bushes.” Picking up the box, he set it out of the way so Mar didn’t run into it, and watched Alaira with Lyn. Quietly he said, “Thank you for saving them.”
Althalus will be up tomorrow.
Themerlinhawk said It started with a series of books called Redwall (I have them all if you know what this series is don't judge lol it was my introduction to a fantasy like genre)
Judge you? You just soared in my regard. I love those books! :D
Alice, having trained herself to be a light sleeper, awoke to the sound of someone moving about the group’s rooms. She didn’t change her breathing, and she didn’t move. If there was an assassin or thief in the room, she didn’t want to give them any sign she was aware of their presence and lose her one chance at surprising them. She just opened her eyes a crack and carefully scanned the room, her hand gripping the hilt of her knife. When it was revealed to be nothing more than Blake exercising in the predawn hours, she relaxed and opened her eyes all the way. Sleep long since banished she decided to simply lay there and watch him. Maybe if she did that long enough, she’d be able to go to sleep. Alas, at the end of twenty minutes sleep was no closer than it had been when she woke up. Alice got up soon after Blake had left, and stretched. She glanced speculatively at the cold bathtubs, but decided against it. There would be plenty of time to have cold baths later. Right now, she just wanted to remember the warm bath, rather than ruin the memory with a cold one. She moved through the room as quietly as she was able, though she doubted any of her remaining allies were truly asleep, and collected her gear before heading down to the main room of the inn.
Once there, she sat down and waited. There wasn’t much else to do, as the barkeep and the waitresses were all asleep. So Alice sat down and waited, letting her mind idly wander. Her spear was leaning against the table, and her knife was on her hip again. Mercenaries, she had noted, never went anywhere unarmed and never assumed any situation was safe. Which was a private relief. Before noticing this little habit, she had just thought she was being unnaturally paranoid wherever she went. It was good to know that her paranoia wasn’t limited to just herself. One of the serving girls woke up early and, seeing Alice sitting alone at a table, seized her opportunity to talk to one of the female soldiers she had seen. Alice was happy to oblige, amused at the awed tone the girl had. She was called away to work before too much conversation could happen, however.
When the Baron’s retainer walked in, she had to hide her smile with a hand. After the man had left, she idly noted, “If that was the best the Baron had to offer, it’s no wonder he hired mercenaries rather than using his own men. That poor fellow looked like he could have possibly died of exhaustion before ever leaving the inn. As for horse, I only know enough to ride without getting thrown off. Truth be told, I prefer walking. But, I suppose we won’t be catching this thief on foot, will we?” She shrugged. She had never had any riding training beyond a short crash course once, long ago. Alice personally thought it a small miracle every time she didn’t die when riding a horse. Reading the information handed to her, she gave it to the next person down the table. “After we’ve finished reading what little there is to know about this thief, shall we go? I know Mustafa wants to leave as soon as possible, but what do the rest of you say?”
Once there, she sat down and waited. There wasn’t much else to do, as the barkeep and the waitresses were all asleep. So Alice sat down and waited, letting her mind idly wander. Her spear was leaning against the table, and her knife was on her hip again. Mercenaries, she had noted, never went anywhere unarmed and never assumed any situation was safe. Which was a private relief. Before noticing this little habit, she had just thought she was being unnaturally paranoid wherever she went. It was good to know that her paranoia wasn’t limited to just herself. One of the serving girls woke up early and, seeing Alice sitting alone at a table, seized her opportunity to talk to one of the female soldiers she had seen. Alice was happy to oblige, amused at the awed tone the girl had. She was called away to work before too much conversation could happen, however.
When the Baron’s retainer walked in, she had to hide her smile with a hand. After the man had left, she idly noted, “If that was the best the Baron had to offer, it’s no wonder he hired mercenaries rather than using his own men. That poor fellow looked like he could have possibly died of exhaustion before ever leaving the inn. As for horse, I only know enough to ride without getting thrown off. Truth be told, I prefer walking. But, I suppose we won’t be catching this thief on foot, will we?” She shrugged. She had never had any riding training beyond a short crash course once, long ago. Alice personally thought it a small miracle every time she didn’t die when riding a horse. Reading the information handed to her, she gave it to the next person down the table. “After we’ve finished reading what little there is to know about this thief, shall we go? I know Mustafa wants to leave as soon as possible, but what do the rest of you say?”
I've just been busy with RL and other RPs. I'll get a post up tonight.
Sundered Echo said
News is up!Jaelan is on the move, so prepare your mass accelerators and disruptor torpedoes everyone, its time to go convoy raiding. If no-one posts about preparing a post in this OOC, then it'll be over to those waiting on the Relay to nab it.
Dave was born for this.
Shila is introduced.
© 2007-2026