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I posted in the interest check as well, but if you still have room I can post a character tonight
If you still have room, I can submit a character tonight most likely
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Gods, Kings, & Wizards (A Fantasy Epic inspired by ASOIAF and Dragon Age)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I'm interested, can we do a pair of characters, or limit one to each person.
1 Beggar's bounty
2 guardians
3 Sky Pirates
4 Bokmakiri
5 votive
6 sorrowars
2 guardians
3 Sky Pirates
4 Bokmakiri
5 votive
6 sorrowars
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Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Coco is alone for now, ya
I'm interested I like Guardians and Begger's.
edit: tech level is steampunkish is the read I'm getting?
edit: tech level is steampunkish is the read I'm getting?
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dusty is still just lurkin and muckin about, following Stas, Edwin, Juno, and Linnea through the woods.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dusty sat several yards into the tree line watching the group. A large horned...thing? A man with a spear, another lanky man who looked to be an artist, and eventually a floating girl. What a motley crew. He couldn't hear most of the things they said, but from their changing body language he could tell that they went from not knowing each other to working together. They were probably sent here just like him.
Dusty decided to approach the group when a fireball detonated against a tree in the distance. He ducked down below concealment, and turned to see an orange glow in the a ways away, as foliage started to ignite. He sighed aloud, and stayed down. The group might think he was hostile now. He peaked through leaves and saw them leave. Which meant he could leave as well.
As the group left, he followed, always behind them and in the foliage. He stayed beneath the densest canopy so that the flying girl wouldn't see him. He had committed to stalking this group and it made him look lethal. He closed the distance so that he wasn't as far and could actually eavesdrop. His newfound ability to stay silent was a blessing. He saw the girl descending and leaned in to hear. She said that men were approaching. This could be a chance to prove to the group he was friendly. They were heading towards a village, which meant a bed to sleep in, food, gainful employment. All good things. Dusty's thumb went to the hammer on his musket and sat there. When he heard a bird calling, a monkey screech, or any of the other natural ambient forest noise he immediately cocked it back, covering the sound. He reached down, already kneeling and plucked a small weed, ground it up between his thumb and finger and dropped it into the wind to see the direction to adjust accordingly. Then he waited.
Dusty decided to approach the group when a fireball detonated against a tree in the distance. He ducked down below concealment, and turned to see an orange glow in the a ways away, as foliage started to ignite. He sighed aloud, and stayed down. The group might think he was hostile now. He peaked through leaves and saw them leave. Which meant he could leave as well.
As the group left, he followed, always behind them and in the foliage. He stayed beneath the densest canopy so that the flying girl wouldn't see him. He had committed to stalking this group and it made him look lethal. He closed the distance so that he wasn't as far and could actually eavesdrop. His newfound ability to stay silent was a blessing. He saw the girl descending and leaned in to hear. She said that men were approaching. This could be a chance to prove to the group he was friendly. They were heading towards a village, which meant a bed to sleep in, food, gainful employment. All good things. Dusty's thumb went to the hammer on his musket and sat there. When he heard a bird calling, a monkey screech, or any of the other natural ambient forest noise he immediately cocked it back, covering the sound. He reached down, already kneeling and plucked a small weed, ground it up between his thumb and finger and dropped it into the wind to see the direction to adjust accordingly. Then he waited.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dusty yawned, slowly shifting in his sleep. He reached to his side to scratch his leg and felt something furry. He opened his eyes and looked down at the small furry intruder that was climbing into his lap. It was some sort of rodent, similar to a mouse, but different from any he had ever seen. He calmly brushed it away, and leaned his head back against the tree he was propped up against. But he didn't fall asleep. He went to sleep in his bed, not against a tree. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
Raising his hand to his forehead to block out the sun, Dusty looked at the wildly large trees, and the local wildlife, completely different to the largely reptile population of home. He slowly stood up, talking to himself. "I didn't know there were forests like this in Arizona..." he said, turning around, and almost tripping over the rifle at his feet. Dusty bent down and picked it up. It was a musket, only capable of firing a single round a time. Not very high tech, but it would do. He grabbed it by the strap and slung it over his right shoulder.
Dusty then looked to his clothing, which was a distinct change from the boxers he went to sleep in. He was wearing some sort of uniform or working attire, and a pistol sword combo around his waist. A voice had told him in his dream he had been brought here with others, but Dusty didn't know there others. Could he trust them? He didn't believe in leaving it entirely up to chance. He unslung the rifle and loaded it, tightening the wheel lock, and pouring in powder from the small horn he was wearing around his belt. It came very naturally to him.
With the rifle loaded and in this hands he set out to find the others. Quickly he found a trail through the woods. Something big and strong with human feet had been through. It left a trail like an elephant, rampaging. Or maybe it wasn't. Dusty just found it easy to track, almost as easy as breathing. He followed it, quietly, almost completely silent at all points, and only audible within a few yards. He followed the trail to a small brook and then to a clearing where a large group of people and something Dusty assumed made the trail conversed. He stayed yards away in the tree line, listening without intervening, rifle lowered as he tried to discern the intentions of the group and if they were ultimately friend or foe.
Raising his hand to his forehead to block out the sun, Dusty looked at the wildly large trees, and the local wildlife, completely different to the largely reptile population of home. He slowly stood up, talking to himself. "I didn't know there were forests like this in Arizona..." he said, turning around, and almost tripping over the rifle at his feet. Dusty bent down and picked it up. It was a musket, only capable of firing a single round a time. Not very high tech, but it would do. He grabbed it by the strap and slung it over his right shoulder.
Dusty then looked to his clothing, which was a distinct change from the boxers he went to sleep in. He was wearing some sort of uniform or working attire, and a pistol sword combo around his waist. A voice had told him in his dream he had been brought here with others, but Dusty didn't know there others. Could he trust them? He didn't believe in leaving it entirely up to chance. He unslung the rifle and loaded it, tightening the wheel lock, and pouring in powder from the small horn he was wearing around his belt. It came very naturally to him.
With the rifle loaded and in this hands he set out to find the others. Quickly he found a trail through the woods. Something big and strong with human feet had been through. It left a trail like an elephant, rampaging. Or maybe it wasn't. Dusty just found it easy to track, almost as easy as breathing. He followed it, quietly, almost completely silent at all points, and only audible within a few yards. He followed the trail to a small brook and then to a clearing where a large group of people and something Dusty assumed made the trail conversed. He stayed yards away in the tree line, listening without intervening, rifle lowered as he tried to discern the intentions of the group and if they were ultimately friend or foe.
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