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In the middle of exams. Apologies to all RPs for the silence. Responses will come soon tho!
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Wildest thing I learned was that the Mistborn series is loosely tied with the Stormlight Archive in this incredible novel universe Sanderson is making.
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I think The Long Night was amazing. The Battle of Helm's Deep for GoT, and it pulled it off wonderfully.
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Yo! I'm Torack, you can call me Jay!

I've been RPing for a long, long time. I blame it on my overactive imagination, but it's a wonderful medium to put all these creative ideas into some sorta use. My favourite genre is fantasy. Straight up fantasy. It can be high fantasy, low fantasy, dark, modern. I love fantasy, grew up with it. I also like sci-fi, dystopian settings, etc.. Characterization and character driven stories are my favourite type of RPs, I like seeing them grow and change and the way characters react to completely shit and horrible situations. It's always a fun time.

Personally, my hobbies include reading, although recently the only types of reading I've been doing is from text books ffs. I like sports, any type of sport really, except soccer. My legs are way too clumsy for that sport. Music is something I love, R&B mostly, although I'll listen to mostly anything.

I also love pie. Pie is life, especially pecan pie. It's damn near traumatizing knowing that I haven't eaten any in like five years. Sad times.

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Seeing as how my dude just entered the sanctuary, I'd be down for our guys to interact
Hondem wheeled his horse around and saw through the trees and darkness a glowing white light, not too far from where he charged through the Decayed moments before, and considered going back towards it but seeing that they weren't fighting and were in no danger, he doubted he needed delay going to the Vicar any more than he already had. Instead, he waited in silence for until the scout approached them, struggling through the muck and using the trees as support, his face looking haggard and red. Once he was nearby, Hondem moved his horse towards him. "Are there any more of the Decayed left that we haven't killed?" he asked.

The scout shook his head, taking a few moments to catch his breath. "The few remaining are headed towards that white light yonder," he said. "I heard voices coming from there, Seekers speaking to each other I think."

"Then they should be more than capable of handling those dread creatures," he said and returned to his companions. "Jayden, allow the scout to ride with you, he cannot be of much use to us out of breath as he is."

"Aye," his companion said and held out a hand to let the scout up onto his horse, and once mounted rode out ahead.

They rode the rest of the way in silence, save for the scout who corrected their course every once in a while. And with every minute that passed, Hondem Raz couldn't help but feel a dread apprehensiveness grow within him. Who was this Vicar that would point them to the Herald? Was she one of his victims turned to a life of service and solitude after having suffered his cruelty? And if she were, would she deprive him of his redemption in favour of seeking vengeance? He knew these thoughts unreasonable, perhaps even insane to think that the Vicar could be one of his victims, the chances were too low for such a thing, and yet the doubts plagued him. A part of him whispering that he wasn't good enough for this, that he didn't deserve to be there and that by doing it at all was spitting in the faces of the true Seekers. What type of Seeker would have done his crimes, who would go to the Herald with a black and ruined heart?

His fears welled up within him, constricting in his chest as he suddenly felt too tight inside his own armour. His breathing came in shallow gasps as they neared the tree line, his thoughts increasing in their insistence that the Vicar would turn him away. She needed Seekers, but he wasn't a Seeker, he was a fraud! Turn back, his inner voice screamed and taunted at him, turn back for only the holy can seek redemption! And yet, despite slumping forward and nearly drenched in sweat from the internal barrage his depression and doubts cast at him, he continued on. The Vicar would accept him, he told himself, and the Seeker would not turn him away. He would seek penance, he would punish himself with the most brutal punishments and he would take it with the upmost patience as his victims had.

"We are here," the scout said at the base of a rocky climb. "I'm afraid however, your horses will have to remain here while you are inside."

"No matter," Hondem Raz said as he dismounted hearing some grumbling from the others. He took a moment to look up at the monastery, once again feeling that tightness in his chest. He took in several deep breaths and nodded to himself. "Well, shall we?" And he ascended the steps, his armour clinking with his every movement until he finally reached his destination where he saw three women dressed in plain yet clean clothes standing in front of the entrance. Manners would have seen that he remove his helmet in such cases, yet past experiences taught him to do so would only be met with hostility and open prejudice, even within the houses of the holy.

"We welcome you, Seeker," the one in the middle said with a nod of her head. "And your followers. You are all welcome to the monastery. "Our Lady has instructed us to see to your comfort, that you are well rested and satisfied."

Hondem reeled at the word as though struck a massive blow, taking a step back as his heart rate and breathing increased several fold. His head was a rush of blood and yet he felt cold to his bones; he thought he had beaten his desires, that he had moved past his dark nature, and yet looking upon those three women before him, especially the one in the middle, he wanted nothing more than to ravage them. He took another step back and peeled his eyes away from the three as he turned and shoved his companions out of his way; he wanted to be away from there, away from the temptation that this place offered, a potential for him to relapse and forever condemn himself.

"Hondem!" Jeanne said in a harsh whisper, stepping in front of him as she grabbed him by the furs on his shoulders at the top of steps. "What in the blazing hells is the matter with you?"

He tried to respond and yet he found no words, he could barely even breathe. Condemned his thoughts kept saying, condemned and forever more a fraud not remotely worthy of being a Seeker.

"Hondem!"

Fraud! There is nothing worse in the eyes of the Herald than the hypocrite! Turn back before your are smote down for the cretin you are!

He felt his helmet being pulled off and for a moment felt the cool night air on his light brown face before a savage slap sent him crashing down onto a knee. He blinked, seeing nothing but stars for moment, then breathed out as though snapping out of a trance and looked up to see Jeanne standing above him with a worried look on her face, the others standing close by, all watching him save for the three women which seemed to be keeping their distance. He turned his face from theirs, allowing his shoulder-length oiled, kinky black hair to obscure his face from theirs.

"Thank you," he said as he pushed himself up with a grunt.

"You were having a panic attack," Jeanne said, still giving him a worried look.

He nodded as he looked around for his helmet, walked over to it and put it back on. "It happens," he said and walked back to the three women. "I apologize for that. Please, if you would take us to the Vicar we would be most grateful."
Oh fr? My fault then, I didn't see that. Deadlifts messed me up a little xD
A small army of player-controlled NPCs is always confusing still. But it points to potentially epic battles!

Also, how did Corben miss the mass of mounted warriors charging through the Decayed in front of him?
They retrieved their horses and started making their way out of the ruined city. He could see however that Jeanne was distraught, her face twisted in something like disappointment and resignation.

โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ He asked her after a moment.

โ€œThe woman,โ€ she said. โ€œYou really didnโ€™t have to kill her.โ€

He nodded, but he had a feeling that wasnโ€™t all she was worried about, but decided to let it go, instead considering what he would say to her. That peace was better than suffering, that taking her with them would only prolong her pain and make whatever she had left miserable. And yet, Hondem couldnโ€™t help but think that he perhaps could have handled the situation a little better; the world around them was harsh and it needed hard and hardened men to face it. But what did it mean if he gave up his humanity in the process? Would salvation find him then? Or would the Herald turn him away because he succumbed to his environment, allowing it to shape him into something with scant mercy and remorse for the dead. But he had shown her peace, alas not the one she might have hoped for, the poor woman, but an end to her suffering. She would be reborn, he hoped, and live out life once more without the pain of loss and agony.

โ€œWhat was I to do?โ€ He asked her. โ€œIf we took her she would have died miserably and if we left her, she would have died the same. I offered her mercy, Jeanne, in the only way I could.โ€

He could see his answer didnโ€™t satisfy her as a stubborn look entered her face. โ€œAnd what of this city, Seeker? Are you going to leave it behind without giving the people who died justice?โ€

โ€œHow are we going to give justice to the dead?โ€ Cristobal asked. โ€œThey are gone, let them rest and let us move on with our lives.โ€

โ€œSo if your loved ones were murdered, youโ€™d just let them rest?โ€

Cristobal answered in a dark, humourless laugh.

Hondem stopped his horse and turned to Jeanne. โ€œAnd how would you seek justice, Jeanne?โ€

โ€œThis scout,โ€ she said nodding to the man who had been sent by the monastery. โ€œHe was able to find us, he could help us find who did this to these people and bring vengeance to those who were wronged.โ€

โ€œDidnโ€™t you hear, chica?โ€ Said Cristobal, โ€œthese were followers of the Adversary, what justice do we bring to those who would oppose us?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™d be a fool to think these were agents of the Adversary,โ€ Remus said, who had been silent up until that point.

โ€œAnd how do you know theyโ€™re not?โ€

โ€œWhether they were or werenโ€™t,โ€ Hondem said, โ€œthey will find their justice, be it vengeance or punishment, when we find the Herald. Nothing we do otherwise will change the situation of these people and the countless others like them.โ€ He looked to Jeanne. โ€œDonโ€™t you agree?โ€

She said nothing for a while but then gave a resigned nod.

Hondem sighed and turned to the scout. โ€œLead on, then,โ€ he said and they set off, out of the settlement and back into the surrounding country and wild lands. They traveled through ravines, around hills, and over long, flat plains of dried, brown-grey grass that stalked all the way up to their knees; and as they crossed the plains, Hondem could see from a distance, massive mind-bending creatures surface from the tall grasses as though they were woken from deep slumber and stalk away, their limbs moving at queer angles until they settled in the grass once more, paying them little heed as they passed through. Festren growling as they approached relatively close to one as though to challenge it.

After several daysโ€™ hard travel they made it to the edge of the forest, beyond which he saw mountain ranges and deep stone valleys.

โ€œWeโ€™ll have to cross through this forest to make it to the monastery,โ€ the scout said.

โ€œThat place doesnโ€™t look foreboding at all,โ€ said Jayden.

โ€œThe dreaded People of Decay are within,โ€ said the scout.

โ€œThe who?โ€ Cristobal asked.

โ€œPeople of Decay,โ€ the scout repeated. โ€œI donโ€™t know what they are, except that I think they used to be humans.โ€

โ€œUsed to be humans?โ€ asked Jayden, his eyes taking on a worried look. โ€œHeraldโ€™s breath man, what does that even mean?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not exactly sure but I think theyโ€™re dead, and yet not. Nothing I did could stop them save severing their heads from their bodies.โ€

โ€œOh great,โ€ Jayden said, throwing up his hands. โ€œUndead. Thatโ€™s fucking great.โ€

Festren bared his teeth in a particularly savage grin, his dark, beady eyes gleaming as though he were eager to enter.

โ€œAt least one of us is finding this amusing,โ€ Remus said. โ€œIs there any other way to the monastery?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m afraid not. If there is, then I do not know it.โ€

Miranda spat. โ€œLetโ€™s just get it over with then, shall we? No point in bitching about it.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m inclined to agree with Miranda,โ€ Hondem said. โ€œBefore we enter, scout, do you know anything else about them? Something that could give us an advantage?โ€

โ€œI know nothing else, Seeker,โ€ he said. โ€œI tried to avoid them as best I could, and those I came across I swiftly dealt with.โ€

โ€œVery well. Lead on, scout,โ€ he said and they rode into the forest. The place had an unnaturally dark atmosphere around it. The moment they entered the smell of dying and decaying foliage hit them in the face along with the distinct smell of wet, putrid mud. They rode behind the scout in silence, and all the fine hair on Hondemโ€™s back were stiff and on end; he had the feeling someone or something was watching them, keeping their eyes on them as they slowly moved past, like a predator patiently watching its prey before pouncing for the kill.

Swallowing, he drew out his sword, its sound muffled by the seemingly heavy atmosphere.

โ€œHerald bless us,โ€ Jayden swore as if in awe. They turned their heads towards where he was looking and Hondem saw black, distorted bodies as though made from vines and trees mixed with human flesh splayed out on the ground slain as though by a small army. Hondem turned his horse to approach the slaughter and when he was close enough he dismounted, his greaves sinking into the mud.

โ€œAre these the creatures you mentioned, scout?โ€ He asked, looking back. โ€œThe People of Decay?โ€

โ€œThese are them, yes.โ€

Jeanne dismounted from her horse as well and knelt to examine them. Some were on the ground twitching, trying to get up while others were completely still; Festren moved between them like a shadow, spearing those that remained in the head until they moved no more.

โ€œWhat happened here?โ€ Remus asked

โ€œA Seeker, most likely,โ€ the scout said. โ€œOthers were invited to the monastery.โ€

His companions all looked at him and he shook his head, he knew no one with such skill to slay so many as to leave bodies stretching beyond his vision.

โ€œWe should follow the trail,โ€ Jeanne suggested.

Hondem walked back to his horse and mounted. โ€œAs good idea as any,โ€ he said. โ€œIf you would, scout.โ€

The scout led them once more, their horsesโ€™ hooves stepping over the dead. Hondem had seen grisly things before, had become incredibly used to them in fact, as though they were little more than a part of life โ€“ and in a way, they were in this Purgatory that they were suffered to live in; adaptation came on quick, especially after his first few deaths, and even more so after his endless nightmares. And yet, something about these People of Decay unsettled him. What sort of people did it take to become almost one with the forest they were in, allowing themselves to lose their humanity and to what ends? To protect it? And what sort of protection could the dead offer that the living couldnโ€™t? This world twisted and bastardized the sanctity of life, of what it meant to be human; the simple fact that they could be reborn in and of itself was an affront to nature. The dead were to remain dead, to pass on from life and seek a new journey outside of the realms of the living, and these People of Decay had been cursed for whatever reason, perhaps for no more than surviving in their little corner from the world far removed from everything else. And that thought worried him.

Where they to face the same fate if they failed? If the Herald died would humanity turn into creatures similar to the Decayed, succumbing to whatever forces had twisted these people and turned them into something monstrous, worse than animals, stripped of everything it meant to be human? And what gods had allowed such a fate to befall them? Where were the almighties that countless would cry out to, that swore of having unending power and dominion, where were they now? What powerlessness befell them that they couldnโ€™t save them from this doom? Or had they cursed humanity and given up on them entirely?

โ€œA fire!โ€ Jeanne said, sitting up on her horse.

The exclamation snapped Hondem out of his thoughts and he looked ahead. There was indeed a fire.

โ€œI say we swerve around it,โ€ Cristobal said. โ€œSome fool must have left their camp fire to burn. Itโ€™s sure to bring in more of those creatures.โ€

โ€œAnd what if it was set by someone?โ€ Jeanne asked. โ€œTo protect them against the People of Decay?โ€

Cristobal scoffed. โ€œWho would be so stupid to light a signal fire for the world to see? Going there means our death. Hondem Raz, I strongly suggest we go around.โ€

โ€œIf someone is there,โ€ Jeanne said. โ€œWe could help them! This trail of dead leads to that fire. Someone is over there.โ€

โ€œThen we leave them to their fate,โ€ Cristobal said. โ€œThis world has no place for the foolish.โ€

โ€œIf thereโ€™s a chance someone is there,โ€ Hondem said, โ€œhowever small, we have to go.โ€

โ€œWe go and weโ€™re just as dead as them, Hondem Raz,โ€ Cristobal argued, โ€œwe go around and, as you said days past, let the Herald of Light avenge them.โ€

โ€œI have to agree with Cristobal,โ€ Remus said. โ€œTo go there would be suicide and you have a responsibility, Hondem to find the Herald. Not to save every unfortunate soul.โ€

โ€œWe have to fight!โ€ Jeanne said almost desperately. โ€œThere could be a Seeker over there fighting for their lives! If we leave them to die it could make finding the Herald that much harder.โ€

โ€œFight!โ€ Festren said his voice sounding like it came from a talking wolf, earning him a cold stare from Remus.

โ€œI agree with Jeanne,โ€ Jayden said. โ€œIf we leave a Seeker behind, our chances of finding the Herald will be considerably less. Considering how they handled these People of Decay, I want them with us.โ€

โ€œAye,โ€ Miranda said.

Hondem was silent for a long moment, considering the arguments that were presented to him. Cristobal, as much as he hated to admit it, was right. He did have a responsibility to find the Herald, it was why he was a Seeker after all. But he also sought Her for redemption, for forgiveness of his atrocious crimes. He doubted She would give him what he sought if it came to light that he turned his back on another Seeker, perhaps more likely She would turn Her back on him just the same.

โ€œWe go and fight,โ€ he said and without waiting for further arguments, charged his horse towards the fire, leaving the others no choice but to charging after him. And as he drew near he let out a war cry and slammed into the mass of the Decayed.
I'm down for it! I've lowkey been wondering when a Discord for this RP was gonna be made too xD
Ade was still somewhat in shock at the way the music had healed the Captain but soon snapped out of it. "Why don't you do a bit of both?" He offered as he stepped up to the Captain. "You could help us get to the nearest settlement and we can help you men and money to repair your ship as thanks."

It seemed a good idea to him, to give whatever small money he could earn to the Captain in order to help repair his ship, but he couldn't speak for the others. The tree-looking sentient creature seemed to want to help, but he didn't know how far that help would go. If it came to it however, he'd help the Captain on his own; it was the right thing to do after all, considering all the man gave up for their journey.
Lool no worries, bro. I'll wait
Some impressive posts, tbh.

Speaking of which, I got my second post ready where Hondem reaches Corbic and Levia, but I don't know if I should post it yet. Considering some haven't gotten their first in, uno
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