-alula spends all of her money on bags and just dumps them at Vis' feet-
"Is this correct?"
"leth go geth you a refund..."
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Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
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Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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"leth go geth you a refund..."
Vis trudged through the dense mud, tired and with a gloomy expression on his face, though it would be difficult to make out, his scarf worn tightly around his face and over his nose, obscuring the expression and the gaping hole in his maw. Vis had been accosted by a group of thugs on the main road, though this generally wasn't an issue as he would run away and they would lose interest eventually but it seemed these things were desperate, as they chased him half way into the moor before deciding it was no longer worth it. He didn't like running away, if there was only one or two of them he would have stood his ground, unfortunately there were half a dozen.
He tilted his head up to the sky to find light grey plooms of smoke in the distance, beyond the hill that was beyond the next. There were too many points of smoke for it to be a campsite but not quiet enough to be an industrial estate, so he figured it must have been some little township.
Vis made it to 'Ravenwood' in the afternoon, drained from the task of traversing through mud that felt only the need to slow him down, so with some relief he slung his pack around so it was under his nose and opened it. He saw the cobbled street. His mood quickly turned dower, the bottom of his pack must have snagged on a branch and have been torn, spilling it's contents. 'that's why those highway men turned, they just had to pick up what they wanted.' With a sigh, he took what was left in the pack and cast it into an alleyway, though funnily enough all that was in there was the child's encyclopedia his mother gave him before leaving, so he could brush up on reading skills. Vis tucked the book into his leather armor and wandered forth.
The market district was buzzing with activity, buyers haggling over prices and venders hawking their wares, though all Vis needed was a replacement pack and a few basic bits. Wandering the stalls and booths, he found nothing met his eye, mostly because of the high prices but also because many of the packs were just of low quality. Unsatisfied, he walked through the market, casting a faint green cone of light from his cursed green eye.
He tilted his head up to the sky to find light grey plooms of smoke in the distance, beyond the hill that was beyond the next. There were too many points of smoke for it to be a campsite but not quiet enough to be an industrial estate, so he figured it must have been some little township.
Vis made it to 'Ravenwood' in the afternoon, drained from the task of traversing through mud that felt only the need to slow him down, so with some relief he slung his pack around so it was under his nose and opened it. He saw the cobbled street. His mood quickly turned dower, the bottom of his pack must have snagged on a branch and have been torn, spilling it's contents. 'that's why those highway men turned, they just had to pick up what they wanted.' With a sigh, he took what was left in the pack and cast it into an alleyway, though funnily enough all that was in there was the child's encyclopedia his mother gave him before leaving, so he could brush up on reading skills. Vis tucked the book into his leather armor and wandered forth.
The market district was buzzing with activity, buyers haggling over prices and venders hawking their wares, though all Vis needed was a replacement pack and a few basic bits. Wandering the stalls and booths, he found nothing met his eye, mostly because of the high prices but also because many of the packs were just of low quality. Unsatisfied, he walked through the market, casting a faint green cone of light from his cursed green eye.
"Scars tell strength, that he's been through it, and he's still standing"
"A thcar ith a thign of a mithtake made, many are thigns of a mithtake repeathed."
Alula, who is painfully oblivious to most things and also extremely blunt, would point out Vis' lisp every time he talks.
And he would take extreme offense, as none of you actually knows of the extent of the damage hidden under his scarf. It would make him even more sad because of his flaws; including blindness, hard of hearing, bad social skills and partial illiteracy...
<Snipped quote by gammaflux>
It's why I had to have an undead flavor bit in my character.
But he doesn't even know he can do that yet. Will be interesting/traumatic/hilarious to find out.
Anyways..
So do we know each other? Do we know some people? Does anyone want to be the person who saved Furnace?
Would make my character's motivation easy.
My time zone is +1 btw.
If Furnace wears a pointed gnome hat, consider him saved.
Edit: "The chanthes thath I would thave a gnome are thlim." grumbled Vis, almost whincing with each lisp.
Ok, from all the timezones that appear to be in the states, my posting schedule may look a bit off because I'm 6-8 hours ahead of you guys.
+3 GMT here.
@The Wanderer "I feel outh of plathe..." says Voltus as a curvaceous lizard lady walks past him.
"A woman, never shown love, now depends on human connection for survival."
Shots fired!
Look at everyone bonding! All of your characters are lovely lovely and I will be happy to be awkward around all of them!
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