I very nice set of events. I will post shortly with a few events and such :)
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Drunq stumbled over the flat and yet steep ground before him, a vague memory of bosoms and much drinking rising and falling from his mind as the tide ebbed at the key side.
It was time for work and focus. Something caught Drunq's attention. A strange stone lay upon the floor, shining blue and then yellow in his hand as he picked it up.
To onlookers Drunq was a shambles, he couldn't walk straight for the dwarven blood in him and his eyes were blurred and blinking excitedly. The stone he thought to have picked up was in fact a corn chip like treat that an old lady had thrown down for the birds.
Drunq tossed the stone aside as, with his warrior might, he had crushed it beneath his fingers. The faint smell of corn and lard lingered around him. He walked toward the shop front, nodding to those he passed and granting the occasionally greetings mixed with abrupt hiccuping.
Drunq stumbled over the flat and yet steep ground before him, a vague memory of bosoms and much drinking rising and falling from his mind as the tide ebbed at the key side.
It was time for work and focus. Something caught Drunq's attention. A strange stone lay upon the floor, shining blue and then yellow in his hand as he picked it up.
To onlookers Drunq was a shambles, he couldn't walk straight for the dwarven blood in him and his eyes were blurred and blinking excitedly. The stone he thought to have picked up was in fact a corn chip like treat that an old lady had thrown down for the birds.
Drunq tossed the stone aside as, with his warrior might, he had crushed it beneath his fingers. The faint smell of corn and lard lingered around him. He walked toward the shop front, nodding to those he passed and granting the occasionally greetings mixed with abrupt hiccuping.
Ancient would be my preferred time period, I see modern warfare as less interesting.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity I am glad that is cleared up, thank you. That shall be added to the world post.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity Magic is not forbidden nor is it openly practiced too often. Petty entertainers and the like may use it to create wealth in public places but in general it is seen as mysterious and awesome. A natural pool of magical ability is within everyone, with varying degrees of size and potency. It is uncommonly tapped into.
There are those select few of Mage courts with masterful knowledge of the arcane and the necromancy riddles, and there are the evil and corrupt with equal power
Let's just say magic is like IQ today. Some people have it but cannot use it, others do not possess it but work hard and are taught to use it. Etc. Etc.
Do you follow?
There are those select few of Mage courts with masterful knowledge of the arcane and the necromancy riddles, and there are the evil and corrupt with equal power
Let's just say magic is like IQ today. Some people have it but cannot use it, others do not possess it but work hard and are taught to use it. Etc. Etc.
Do you follow?
@ZayZe Here is an example I have thought of:
If your character were to march up to the mayors palace and demand he resign and hand over his claim to yourself, I would promptly have you locked away behind bars.
If you were to stroll down the beggars lane near the trade market and kick the food from an old woman's hands, she would probably sob and curse at you. Equally, being a fantasy setting, probability suggests that on a rare occasion a witch from the woods comes here to find weak minded surfs to turn to her cause. She disguises herself often as a beggar herself. I would then follow up your post of said kicking etc with a post that suggests this - the information being meta of course.
On the other hand, the chances of her being a witch are slim, just as the chances of winning the lottery in real life are, or surviving a terrible demonic plague or an ailment of equal severity in the real world.
Do you follow? Feel free to fill your posts with faces and words, but I will create the people behind those things.
Yes?
If your character were to march up to the mayors palace and demand he resign and hand over his claim to yourself, I would promptly have you locked away behind bars.
If you were to stroll down the beggars lane near the trade market and kick the food from an old woman's hands, she would probably sob and curse at you. Equally, being a fantasy setting, probability suggests that on a rare occasion a witch from the woods comes here to find weak minded surfs to turn to her cause. She disguises herself often as a beggar herself. I would then follow up your post of said kicking etc with a post that suggests this - the information being meta of course.
On the other hand, the chances of her being a witch are slim, just as the chances of winning the lottery in real life are, or surviving a terrible demonic plague or an ailment of equal severity in the real world.
Do you follow? Feel free to fill your posts with faces and words, but I will create the people behind those things.
Yes?
I welcome chit chat, gossip and conversations a plenty in this RP. There are two things that define races of a humanoid nature; sex and communication. Ignoring that first point, I insist that your characters engage in conversations. Be it with other characters or NPC's I mind not, as long they act as a member of a typical civilisation would, and interact.
Excuse my post of an ill spelling or the like. It was sent and written via my phone.
Twisting his wrist as he had for many years, the door released a soft breath as the lock was undone and the handle turned. Pressing his hand to the old heavy door, Theory pushed it open and brought a foot inside followed by the other. Safely inside he hastily snapped the door shut again, chasing the cold from the room with a brisk scowl.
Letting his eyes peer over the tops and cupboards he found everything in its place. Satisfied in this respect, though still the cold agitated him, he smiled faintly at the comfortable normality before him. With another performance-like flick of his wrists the prancing flames once more engulfed his now curled and fisted hands. Extending his arms toward the deep fireplace on the back wall of his establishment, Theory released a spout of fire into the unused logs he had set the night before.
The hearth was ablaze and all was as it should be. "Bravo." He said aloud and proud to himself, "Bravo.".
Ducking behind the counter, Theory pulled the loose end of a silk string that was hooked to a rusty nail by his right. Suddenly the huge door sprung open and the writing of the familiar sign that hung outside his shop reading " Theory's Assortium " was liquid metal and burnt fiercely for all to see.
Letting his eyes peer over the tops and cupboards he found everything in its place. Satisfied in this respect, though still the cold agitated him, he smiled faintly at the comfortable normality before him. With another performance-like flick of his wrists the prancing flames once more engulfed his now curled and fisted hands. Extending his arms toward the deep fireplace on the back wall of his establishment, Theory released a spout of fire into the unused logs he had set the night before.
The hearth was ablaze and all was as it should be. "Bravo." He said aloud and proud to himself, "Bravo.".
Ducking behind the counter, Theory pulled the loose end of a silk string that was hooked to a rusty nail by his right. Suddenly the huge door sprung open and the writing of the familiar sign that hung outside his shop reading " Theory's Assortium " was liquid metal and burnt fiercely for all to see.
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