Tracyarmav

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Xe just can't get on much while at home(Xe's mom is in the hospital) so Xe should be back by Monday at the latest. (~36-48hrs)

@Nerevarine Waiting on Alessa at the dig site.

Magic: the Gathering

Bump, still working on this, looking to get at least the OOC up within 24 hrs. CS hasn't changed much, but be prepared to start with 12 spells, and build up from there. New spells can be discovered, learned from a teacher or a scroll(or similar collection of writing). It might be possible to learn a spell that is cast against you, if it is cast against you often enough times. (don't have a hard number on that yet) All characters will be working together, to find out what happened to their plane, why it happened, and who did it.

Thank you all for your patience.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Yes, but what about the other two, Chloe and Rad Dan?

Corentin(Pep&Tracyarmav)

Laughter rang out through the room, even the farmer was he laughing as he walked out. Lucinda, giggled and skipped back to the bar where dropped the tray and picked up a pitcher of weak ale to fill the empty cups of those still eating.

Were you truly? Didn't Father Willibald say that "only those desperate for companionship submit themselves to mockery" not two weeks ago when encouraging that merchant's boy to stick up for himself?

It was technically true, though terribly out of context, still it earned more chuckles from the diners. Tavish might have said more, but the morning crew was heading out to begin their day's work, so he merely wished his guests a good day, and begins wiping the bar down with his slightly used rag. Seeing scout still in the window, he throws a last jibe before setting himself to the task of emptying the prridge pot and starting the stew.

Have you no chores to attend to? Your father's inn must be quite empty indeed! Oswin!

Yes Papa?

Have you finished feeding and exercising the horses today?

Yes Papa!

Then be so kind as to escort Scout back to her father's inn, we wouldn't want her to trip on anything now would we?

No Papa...

Oswin sighed and trudged out the door. He always felt uncomfortable when scout was around, he hated the way she always seemed to stare through who ever she was looking at. Some of the kids thought she was a witch, having traded her sight so she could see the future. Papa said it was nonsense, always asking Oswin "if she could see the future then why didn't her father own all the inns in town?" whenever he brought it up. And Oswin couldn't answer that question, but he still didn't like her eyes. If she just kept the closed maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but she was always "not watching" as the kids in town called it. Oswin stepped into the street and waited for Scout to join him, trying to keep her in his peripheral vision.

Artificial Spirits

I stretch, and yawn, before looking at my surroundings. Where am I? I don't remember anything here, not the statue, the old worn walls, or the beings around me. Goodness, but they are huge, or perhaps I am small... I examine myself as carefully as I can, I have wings! I am small and I wear things made from nature itself, bark, some of it fur-lined. I have a blade at my side, it looks like a thorn. I draw it, but refrain from touching the blade, knowing somehow that it is poisoned. Can I fly with these wings? I re-sheath my thorn before attempting to fly, just in case, and then ... I'm zipping along, up and around the statue! Oh, what fun this is! Why would anyone walk if they could fly like this? And then I feel it, a dull aching, a sharp pain, I fall. Landing with, well to be honest a squeak. It's hard not to squeak when one's vocal chords are as small as mine, and the air pushed forcefully out ones lungs. The pain is gone, but the aching is not. It must have been a cramp, yes that's what it had been.

Where am I now? On the statue's left shoulder I see. I didn't like the aching, or the bruises forming on my chest and legs from having fallen on the statue. I can heal those! And I do, my skin turning a greenish hue for a moment as the bruises and aches fade. Then nothing, but I feel... less full. I don't think I can repeat my actions, at least not yet, so I sit up carefully on the smooth shoulder and watch the other beings quietly. Will they notice me? If they do how will they react to me? I am so small, I doubt I could hurt any of them even if I tried, but I wasn't about to be anyone's pet, and they'd better not call me cute. Oh no, several of them are female, I vaguely recall that females tend to associate cute with small things, in fact, a things cuteness seemed to grow as it shrank. I'm doomed, this is not going to end well, but ... I can't leave yet, where will I go? What will I find? ... Drat, I'll have to stick with at least one of these creatures... wonderful, ain't it great to be alive? I scowl as the others gather their wits, though my focus shifts from being to being.

Artificial Spirits

Wait, we start in our new bodies? I though we had to posses them IC. Oh well, that makes life easier. :) (pun intended, sorry)

Artificial Spirits

Is watching the clock, and the IC thread, like a ten year-old on the last day of school...

Corentin(Pep&Tracyarmav)

Hahaha, silly girl indeed! Since you can't see them yourself I'll tell you I have two young women who both have the uses of all their senses, if not all of their heads, in my employ, so it would seem that the merchants are twice as likely to come here than they are to go to the drafty barn your father calls an inn. The lads here will see that any travelers come by here for a good night at a reasonable price, I've no worries of you stealing my customers. Besides, if you were so busy, you wouldn't be hanging in my window like a hungry partridge.

He directed the his comment about his servers not having the use of their full heads at his servers with mock severity and one giggled while other merely rolled her eyes dramatically earning a few chuckles from the men finishing their breakfasts. Tavish, considered tossing his rag at Scout, but left the thought as just that, a thought. She was only teasing because she was bored and he knew it, so it wasn't worth encouraging her by tossing the rag. Instead he turned and, slinging the rag over his shoulder, opened the lid to the porridge and stirred the pot.

Then, he grinned and waved one his girls over, he whispered something in her ear and she giggled, ducking into the kitchen area. A moment later she came back with a tray of moldy sliced bread with butter scrapped over them. She made her way around the room, asking who wanted hot bread, which several of the men did, and she pretended to hand out slices to those who asked for it, before sliding over to the window and asking Scout if she wanted piece, setting the edge of the tray lightly against Scout's arm so she could grab the slice herself if she wanted too.

Some of the men watched quietly, others continued their conversations, the farmer began saying his goodbyes for the morning as he had chores to finish at the farm before lunch and Tavish heartily wished him a good and productive day, thanking him for bringing his milk by that morining.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

@Xenonia I like your post, I know a woman, who happens to be catholic, that I've never seen anyone cross despite her lack of physical presence (think frail but fit grandma and you're close enough).

Magic: the Gathering

I planned on leaving that up to the players. You'd get farther if you weren't killing each other obviously, but I haven't said that you have too. I can if that is what most of you want.