Voltus_Ventus

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

I'd like milkman to post before I do anything.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Vis reached behind his head and pulled the scarf tighter around his face, 'could they see it through the scarf?' he asked himself running his hand over the part of the scarf that hid the scar to see if there were any outlines, there weren't it was completely smooth, which relived him. "You mean my EAR, righth Koric?" he asked stressing the word ear, hoping that people wouldn't ask about what was under the scarf. He squished himself into the corner of the wagon and hoped people would just stop asking.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Bump?

Masks

Posted.

Masks

The desert wind whipped sand around the lone figure, but at least all the sand in the air kept the sun away, as it would have devistated him in his black and gray attire. Bartholemhew strolled through the desert as if it was a shaded promenade, walking cane in hand and backpack slung on, though he was half supernatural the desert would still kill him without water and food. He had set out two weeks ago on foot, following a gut intuition that he was meant to go where he was going, often he chatted with Bart as he took the back seat in their shared brain, talking about the 1800s and things like the first time he saw an automobile. However a few days ago the pair that inhabited the same body fell quiet as they settled into the journey, keeping good pace to arrive at where ever the hell they were going. Soon the wind died down and the sun was blazing through the dying dust, Bartholemhew took has jacket off and slung it over his shoulder, rather having one less layer then an extra one, underneath he was wearing his suit-vest and gray shirt with a black tie. A cabin-shack of sorts appeared in the distance, Bartholemhew went towards it welcoming the respite it would offer from the sun.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Looking back at Eranah he took a moment to think and compile his thoughts, his mind hasn't been on home for weeks now and he had to remember things that otherwise were not asked about, "Well Thorik (Sorik) ith lead by a duke, he correthpondth with the printheth who correthpondth with the king. We lif of the land so my village worshipth Pelor, farming and such," he explained, "but I worship Sehanine, just something about the moon that I love."

Volty's One on One Thing! (Casual Dude)

Bumpity.

Trapped [ a questing, adventure rp!]

You can't build a pyramid here! The lighting is not good enough!

Trapped [ a questing, adventure rp!]

I'll defo do this!

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

Have a good time sir!