@Turboshitter Curse it, I was toying iwth this. You mentioned it first. Let me know if you're not going to use it. Either way, I'm probably using a support role.
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The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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So ded. Cannot brain. Just one massive poorly coordinated and balance-lacking headache. But don't send help. I don't want to people either. X.x
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Glad to see I'm not the only follower of Lord Cato, god of wisdom, on this most auspicious Superb Owl Sunday.
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~
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@Gowi I know Minor! He's great. <3 ...and because he's found you, now I need to take another look because I will be kicking myself if I don't. *darts off to read summary posts again*
@Vena Sera Yee~ *glomps*
@Scout yep! 2nd edition. I liked reading it and looking at hhe critters. <3. Never encountered opn. Blink dogs look like they mightbw more friendly.
@Scout. A quick google of my own determines that my memory is spot on. It is indeed a displacer beast. I've loved 'em since I first found them in my dad's Monstrous Manual.
@Vena Sera@Mogtaki Right so Scout went, Cecil is...apparently dead, and...Vena, you posting now? If so I'll wait. <3 *wants to write* *probably going to write ahead a bit*
The elf's eyes widened. "Really? That's impressive. I'm certain there's a story behind the invitation, and it's one I'm sure will grow in the telling." He grinned and winked. Trill was not the sort to pass on something someone would prefer kept quiet. His smile widened even further at the promise of details. He dressed well, and tried to stay abreast of fashion when he could. Mira was interested too, though she often pretended she wasn't. Though she liked pretty clothing and flowing dresses, she couldn't afford to get the fancy things that the upper classes wore for such affairs -- nor could she move freely in such attire.
"We'll see you there in a bit, Esme," the young healer replied. She leaned back against Trill for a moment, and then got to her feet, grabbing her glaive from where it lay in the grass. "Right, better get moving," she told the elf as he stood as well, sliding his harp into its case and fastening it shut.
"Why don't you go get what you need, and I'll get the horses ready?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "That way by the time Esme's ready, Kelsey will be ready to stop playing around." They parted ways, Mira to student housing and Trill to the stables. As expected, the dappled gray jennet that Mira rode did her best to keep him from putting the saddle on properly. "You're a tease, you know that?" he told the mare, tapping her side. "You just like the attention. Come now, stop sucking in air and then I can give you proper attention. How does that sound?" With a combination of stern scolding and sweet cajoling, Trill finished with Kelsey and went to saddle his own horse. Dancer was a long-legged gelding from the elven lands, with the disnctive golden color so commonly found there. "At least you don't fool around like that."
Mira didn't waste time, grabbing her coinpurse and the shoulderbag she usually took into town. Passing in front of the mirror, she paused to look at the reflection that stared back at her, one hand going automatically to the scar on her cheek. It was an ugly and glaring marking, in her eyes, a memento of the day her town had been attacked by a band of lizardfolk raiders, a common hazard where she'd grown up. Not all lizardfolk were bandits, of course, nor all bandits lizardfolk, but the experience had soured her on both. With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and went to meet up with the others.
Trill was waiting both both horses by the time Mira and Esme joined him at the south gate. "All ready, ladies?" He asked, flashing them a bright smile. He passed Kelsey's reins to Mira and swung up into Dancer's saddle. "Shall we?"
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The ride into town was uneventful, and before shadows began to lengthen again they had arrived. Trill swung down from his saddle, and tossed a coin to a nearby boy who looked hopefully his way. "We most likely won't be back for them for at least an hour, maybe two or three. See to it they're well looked after, and there's two more of those in it for you." The boy nodded, giving a gap-toothed smile and holding out a hand for Trill's reins, and then those of the two ladies. Then he ambled off, the three steeds in tow.
"So," Mira said brightly, looking at Esme. "Where should we go first?"
"We'll see you there in a bit, Esme," the young healer replied. She leaned back against Trill for a moment, and then got to her feet, grabbing her glaive from where it lay in the grass. "Right, better get moving," she told the elf as he stood as well, sliding his harp into its case and fastening it shut.
"Why don't you go get what you need, and I'll get the horses ready?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "That way by the time Esme's ready, Kelsey will be ready to stop playing around." They parted ways, Mira to student housing and Trill to the stables. As expected, the dappled gray jennet that Mira rode did her best to keep him from putting the saddle on properly. "You're a tease, you know that?" he told the mare, tapping her side. "You just like the attention. Come now, stop sucking in air and then I can give you proper attention. How does that sound?" With a combination of stern scolding and sweet cajoling, Trill finished with Kelsey and went to saddle his own horse. Dancer was a long-legged gelding from the elven lands, with the disnctive golden color so commonly found there. "At least you don't fool around like that."
Mira didn't waste time, grabbing her coinpurse and the shoulderbag she usually took into town. Passing in front of the mirror, she paused to look at the reflection that stared back at her, one hand going automatically to the scar on her cheek. It was an ugly and glaring marking, in her eyes, a memento of the day her town had been attacked by a band of lizardfolk raiders, a common hazard where she'd grown up. Not all lizardfolk were bandits, of course, nor all bandits lizardfolk, but the experience had soured her on both. With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and went to meet up with the others.
Trill was waiting both both horses by the time Mira and Esme joined him at the south gate. "All ready, ladies?" He asked, flashing them a bright smile. He passed Kelsey's reins to Mira and swung up into Dancer's saddle. "Shall we?"
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The ride into town was uneventful, and before shadows began to lengthen again they had arrived. Trill swung down from his saddle, and tossed a coin to a nearby boy who looked hopefully his way. "We most likely won't be back for them for at least an hour, maybe two or three. See to it they're well looked after, and there's two more of those in it for you." The boy nodded, giving a gap-toothed smile and holding out a hand for Trill's reins, and then those of the two ladies. Then he ambled off, the three steeds in tow.
"So," Mira said brightly, looking at Esme. "Where should we go first?"
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@ArenaSnow@mdk when it comes to a collab contest...I've done this yearly on another site. Sort of. I mean, who "wins" (and really, the prizes were such that even the last place team TOTALLY won!) was determined partly by rp ability but mostly by covering necessary elements, aand then also by points earned from a large number of puzzle and dollmaker challenges. I adore the game, and have been in it three times now. It's been around for four iterations. Another solo one with puzzles in an rp framework happened twice and was also fun. It's a good idea, but as mdk said, hard to schedule. Wayward Squirrel (the event) was stressful. VERY stressful. And teams often didn't complete all chapters, or dropped out in the middle. BUT I STILL LOVE IT AND THE IDEA IN GENERAL.
For themes: teamwork! possible awards might be it takes everyone (failure/success hinging on /everyone/ contributing), and enemy mine (gotta work with an enemy). maybe even the latter leading to friendship.
For themes: teamwork! possible awards might be it takes everyone (failure/success hinging on /everyone/ contributing), and enemy mine (gotta work with an enemy). maybe even the latter leading to friendship.
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