I was digging things until you said magical boys would be a thing. This is not okay.
...still tentatively interested.
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I hope that my post was satisfactory, as I wasn't quite sure what liberties we were allowed to take in regards to the landing sequence.
If anybody in Team Redwood Werewolf wishes to discuss matters of past interactions or potential plot points going forward, they are free to message me at any time~!
If anybody in Team Redwood Werewolf wishes to discuss matters of past interactions or potential plot points going forward, they are free to message me at any time~!
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Scenario #2, "Not the first?"
Quietly, Sarah closes her eyes and listens to the near silence of the surrounding fog. There had been another expedition sent out earlier that day, but she prioritized healing the injured over being the first to set foot on new shores. Now, she took a deep breath in anticipation. Ironshore. When her journey first began, she had experienced chills upon hearing its name. This was the land, spoken of to her by one of the other children of the Church. Hushed legends were what she remembered, chronicles of ages long past, and a war against the gods. Heresy, she muses, but not without its entertainment value. She recalls the long, rainy nights under the covers, whispering back and forth with her bed-mate, discussing these forbidden stories to great length. And now, it seemed, she was to experience them firsthand.
To her side, sat a man of curious origins: A werewolf. From what little she knew of him, he was a misunderstood fellow with a bit of a...how to put it, bestial side to him. Naturally, the two of them had exchanged words and wonderment on the long journey across the seas, but neither had spent any exclusive time with the other, and it hardly seemed they would ever get such a chance in the future. You never know, though.
Further towards the end of the boat sat yet another interesting male of a curious species. An elf, faring from some of the greater of forests in Orysson. Even long after their first meeting, the sight of those peculiarly pointed ears made Sarah's heart flutter in excitement. An elf, she would think to herself loudly. The church where she had been raised had many books, and more than a few of those contained stories of elves. Still...she couldn't help but feel perhaps a little underwhelmed. This elf in particular never seemed to talk much at all, and stood at a height small enough that even she could compare.
Suddenly, as if to signal the end of her lengthy internal review, the sound of hushed whispering overcomes the small rowboat. Sarah brings herself back to reality, and takes a careful peer over towards the rapidly approaching shore.
"This fog here, I'd hazard to say it's quite the bother to see through."
Her thoughts slip from her mouth without much thought, as she beholds a whole variety of interesting and new sights, ranging from thick fog to a few patches of slightly thicker fog. Of course, she hadn't expected much more than this, but it was still jarring for somebody with as little adventuring experience as herself. Almost unconsciously, she traces her hand out into the gloom and mutters quiet, unheard words into the mist, searching within herself for the power she knew existed.
She continues this for several seconds, culminating into a single, barely audible "Lux". Suddenly, there emits a mystical flash of light from the palm of her hand. Bright at first, the light quickly dies down with her touch and is eventually quieted to little more than a gentle, pulsing glow, held safely between her dainty fingers. Satisfied with her miracle, she quickly thanks the Patron for his gift and holds her tiny light aloft, in an attempt to perhaps reveal what they could not see so easily.
But alas, the light revealed nothing. That's not to say it didn't pierce the fog, which it did very nicely, but the ominously quiet beach that sat waiting for them to land held no visible secrets. To her sharp eyes, there were no great fiends or unknown treasures lurking in that gloom, or indeed, anything more than simple clumps of sand and stone. And so, the rowboat makes shore without incident, and its tiny crew finally disembarks onto ancient land, gleefully unaware of what perils it may hold for them yet.
Quietly, Sarah closes her eyes and listens to the near silence of the surrounding fog. There had been another expedition sent out earlier that day, but she prioritized healing the injured over being the first to set foot on new shores. Now, she took a deep breath in anticipation. Ironshore. When her journey first began, she had experienced chills upon hearing its name. This was the land, spoken of to her by one of the other children of the Church. Hushed legends were what she remembered, chronicles of ages long past, and a war against the gods. Heresy, she muses, but not without its entertainment value. She recalls the long, rainy nights under the covers, whispering back and forth with her bed-mate, discussing these forbidden stories to great length. And now, it seemed, she was to experience them firsthand.
To her side, sat a man of curious origins: A werewolf. From what little she knew of him, he was a misunderstood fellow with a bit of a...how to put it, bestial side to him. Naturally, the two of them had exchanged words and wonderment on the long journey across the seas, but neither had spent any exclusive time with the other, and it hardly seemed they would ever get such a chance in the future. You never know, though.
Further towards the end of the boat sat yet another interesting male of a curious species. An elf, faring from some of the greater of forests in Orysson. Even long after their first meeting, the sight of those peculiarly pointed ears made Sarah's heart flutter in excitement. An elf, she would think to herself loudly. The church where she had been raised had many books, and more than a few of those contained stories of elves. Still...she couldn't help but feel perhaps a little underwhelmed. This elf in particular never seemed to talk much at all, and stood at a height small enough that even she could compare.
Suddenly, as if to signal the end of her lengthy internal review, the sound of hushed whispering overcomes the small rowboat. Sarah brings herself back to reality, and takes a careful peer over towards the rapidly approaching shore.
"This fog here, I'd hazard to say it's quite the bother to see through."
Her thoughts slip from her mouth without much thought, as she beholds a whole variety of interesting and new sights, ranging from thick fog to a few patches of slightly thicker fog. Of course, she hadn't expected much more than this, but it was still jarring for somebody with as little adventuring experience as herself. Almost unconsciously, she traces her hand out into the gloom and mutters quiet, unheard words into the mist, searching within herself for the power she knew existed.
She continues this for several seconds, culminating into a single, barely audible "Lux". Suddenly, there emits a mystical flash of light from the palm of her hand. Bright at first, the light quickly dies down with her touch and is eventually quieted to little more than a gentle, pulsing glow, held safely between her dainty fingers. Satisfied with her miracle, she quickly thanks the Patron for his gift and holds her tiny light aloft, in an attempt to perhaps reveal what they could not see so easily.
But alas, the light revealed nothing. That's not to say it didn't pierce the fog, which it did very nicely, but the ominously quiet beach that sat waiting for them to land held no visible secrets. To her sharp eyes, there were no great fiends or unknown treasures lurking in that gloom, or indeed, anything more than simple clumps of sand and stone. And so, the rowboat makes shore without incident, and its tiny crew finally disembarks onto ancient land, gleefully unaware of what perils it may hold for them yet.
ChadsWorth The Thrid said
Yay! Who would you like to be?
Murderer.
This could be pretty cool.
You know, you probably shouldn't be advertising other roleplaying sites here. It might be perceived as rude.
Nina Brunner...
"Infiltration" pt. II
Well, that went better than expected. Nobody really seemed to care about her arrival, besides the obviously incapacitated Captain. So, Nina takes the opportunity to reach down and casually grab the gun sitting conspicuously in the centre of the room. With a quick, questioning glance at the room's occupants, she checks the safety and puts it in her pocket. She hears a roar in the hallway outside, but doesn't pay it any mind, instead circling the room casually, picking up items she fancies and placing them into her coat's large pockets.
After a quick round, she finally takes the time to return to the situation. She approaches Karina, muttering "Lets see what we have here..." as she bends down and stares the woman in the face. She stays there silently, staring at the woman at an odd angle for a solid five seconds before finally erupting into a grin and remarking, "Wow, you're quite cute aren't you!"
Nina laughs, and only briefly glances at the woman's body in its entirety before standing back up to her full height and smiling.
"Well, you look fine to me. Once we get you out of here, I'll give your wound a closer look, but for now you should just try not to faint."
With this, Nina turns back to the rest of the group and once again walks carelessly to the door of the supply closet. Once there, she stands still for a while, before turning back to face them while pointing back at it with her thumb.
"That guy's gone, you know. We really ought to get out of here, and not towards the trams either. If we head that way, we'll be eaten for sure. I suggest we head for the bio labs, since most of the problematic folks have cleared outta there by now, leaving them a lot more empty than these hallways. There are medical supplies there too, so I can patch up Miss Karina here. Sounds like a good plan, yeah?"
"Infiltration" pt. II
Well, that went better than expected. Nobody really seemed to care about her arrival, besides the obviously incapacitated Captain. So, Nina takes the opportunity to reach down and casually grab the gun sitting conspicuously in the centre of the room. With a quick, questioning glance at the room's occupants, she checks the safety and puts it in her pocket. She hears a roar in the hallway outside, but doesn't pay it any mind, instead circling the room casually, picking up items she fancies and placing them into her coat's large pockets.
After a quick round, she finally takes the time to return to the situation. She approaches Karina, muttering "Lets see what we have here..." as she bends down and stares the woman in the face. She stays there silently, staring at the woman at an odd angle for a solid five seconds before finally erupting into a grin and remarking, "Wow, you're quite cute aren't you!"
Nina laughs, and only briefly glances at the woman's body in its entirety before standing back up to her full height and smiling.
"Well, you look fine to me. Once we get you out of here, I'll give your wound a closer look, but for now you should just try not to faint."
With this, Nina turns back to the rest of the group and once again walks carelessly to the door of the supply closet. Once there, she stands still for a while, before turning back to face them while pointing back at it with her thumb.
"That guy's gone, you know. We really ought to get out of here, and not towards the trams either. If we head that way, we'll be eaten for sure. I suggest we head for the bio labs, since most of the problematic folks have cleared outta there by now, leaving them a lot more empty than these hallways. There are medical supplies there too, so I can patch up Miss Karina here. Sounds like a good plan, yeah?"
There don't seem to be a lot of details to work with, so I've gotta ask a few things before I post.
1a: Humans, are they around? Are they involved in the war at all, either as things to be stepped on or some sort of controllable asset?
3: Is this going to actually be a full-on war, or just a sort of "We don't like eachother, and we sometimes have giant epic battles in the sky" kinda deal?
1a: Humans, are they around? Are they involved in the war at all, either as things to be stepped on or some sort of controllable asset?
1b: If they're around, are there cities and the like scattered about?
1c: What else is out there chillin' in the world? Are we to expect giant fire breathing dragons to just be flying around and shit, or is it more or less a realistic world with unrealistic super-deities?
2: Are there any currently unknown "things" that we might need to know about? Divine metals? Super god-killing artifacts? Magical space libraries? Laser Sharks?1c: What else is out there chillin' in the world? Are we to expect giant fire breathing dragons to just be flying around and shit, or is it more or less a realistic world with unrealistic super-deities?
3: Is this going to actually be a full-on war, or just a sort of "We don't like eachother, and we sometimes have giant epic battles in the sky" kinda deal?
Qu isn't pure evil, she just doesn't have much self control. Or any, for that matter.
I hope you guys don't mind if I politely ask that you don't post one liners. Also, quoting in an IC post is a no-no.
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