- This topic has 378 replies, 10 voices, and was last updated 8 months, 2 weeks ago by
.
-
Posts
-
It must’ve been Wyoh! That’s fine. I’ll do it if I get any ideas, but idk.
A donation has been made in your name to the Human Fund: Money for People.
Idk, I honestly think this rp is starting off kinda boring…
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)True, but that’s because we’ve been moving quite slowly. I think it could get more interesting once we get further.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of Books@jonas yes I don’t mind that
(That’s actually what I was going for, in hopes that we could have more character interactions between them all and get this RP going a bit more.)
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
@thearcaneaxiom @jonas @highscribeofaetherium
I’mma do an RP for Synian.
Me and Arcane kinda already talked about how Syn and Umen would meet so I’ll probably write that out, and both of y’all can have your charrie’s do whatever!
SYNIAN
He was stuck. Synian may have slightly misjudged the height of the wall. He clung to the stone, looking at the ground several feet below him with puzzlement. “Well this could be a problem.” But nothing he couldn’t get out of. A better climber had never existed.
Throwing up a leg, he slid his foot into a particularly indented section of stones. Hm, now I’m just partially sideways. His confidence was starting to fail him. Apparently the man he’d stolen the personality from wasn’t as totally swaggering as he’d made himself out to be. Synian wasn’t surprised. He tried to collect the most predominant and interesting personalities he could find, but none were only one thing. Certain traits however could be found more commonly in different races.
Like those Vey’blen, he sounded so darn smart when he used their Psych’s.
There were a few personalities he had that might help him with determination or ingenuity, but he couldn’t really access them without falling to his untimely demise. Synian had spent years cheating death, he wouldn’t ruin that by falling off an unattractive slab of rock.
Suddenly a throat cleared below him, followed by the sound of a familiar voice. “My dear man… what are you doing?”
Syn craned his neck awkwardly to glance downward, spotting a man with smartly slicked silver hair and neat black beard. He pulled it off well, but it couldn’t be compared with the majesty of Synian’s own black and gold locks. “Umen! Hello old friend!” He called out. He used the term friend semi loosely. Like Synian himself, Umen often traveled from planet to planet–they’d run into each other on several occasions–but unlike him, Umen actually had permission to do so.
Umen raised a polite eyebrow, silently prompting Synian to continue answering his earlier question. “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m simply trying to break into this castle.”
“Hmm, that does sound like you.” The man said, calm bearing never faltering. he seemed about to say more but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, he glanced towards where the sounds emanated then back up at Syinan. “Friends of yours?” He asked.
By friends Umen probably meant the cosmic beings hunting him. “For my sake,” he responded. “I sincerely hope not.”
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Rina
“Hey, I don’t think I got your name!” said Rina to her companion as they neared the palace wall. “Does your sword have a name?”
Ellis
Ellis and Szabrin continued on in silence. Suddenly Ellis stopped and held up his hand. He could hear footsteps. They seemed to be coming from an adjoining street a few yards ahead. He could at least make out a female voice, but that meant there were at least two…unless she was talking to herself of course.
My, this just keeps getting more and more interesting.
“That’s not the word I would use,” Ellis muttered under his breath.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of BooksNahim
He couldn’t tell why, but Nahim got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. His warrior instincts snapped in place, and he drew his sword. He held it at ready, turning around in his place, looking at his companions, then Bop, who chippered something to him.
“We’re not alone,” He rasped out. Not seeing a thing, Nahim hung his sword back on his belt, before drawing his gun and sticking an attachment on it. He shot at the wall a cable, and, after holstering his gun, climbed up. Once up, he took of his helmet, putting it in the crook of his arm. What he saw at the edge of the city they were in the center of made his blood almost boil. The city was besieged. Nahim had been pulled into another war, this time against his will. He looked down at his companions,
“I hope both of you have fought in wars.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Kate
“We’re not alone,” Nahim rasped, before shooting a rope and pulling himself to the top of a wall.
Not alone?
Kate glanced around. She didn’t see anyone.
She wove together an Arcweaving, forming a complex ring around her. It pulsed.
“I hope both of you have fought in wars,” said Nahim, looking down from the wall.
“Why?” said Kate. “We have more immediate problems. There are more people nearby. Two of them. That way.”
***
So, what Kate just did is like a sonar for souls, and she detected Snake and Carrie if that wasn’t clear.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of BooksNahim
“Why?” said Kate. “We have more immediate problems. There are more people nearby. Two of them. That way.”
“No, not really. This city is besieged.” Nahim glanced where Kate had pointed. “I see who you mean, anthropomorphic dragon and girl, with a purple cat-creature at two o’clock. Don’t appear battle ready, but have weapons.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Zahlin
“Zahlin.” He said, “And naming swords is a useless practice. It’s not as if they care.”
Excuse me? The sword said indignantly, I’m right here, you know!
Szabrin
Ellis stopped and mumbled something under his breath. Szabrin almost bumped into him.
“What did you say?” She asked, “Why have we stopped?” Then she heard the voices that Ellis must have heard.
“Oh.” She said, “Shall we go meet them, or no?”
A donation has been made in your name to the Human Fund: Money for People.
@jonas @princesachronicle22 @rae @beth-torres
Snake
Voices.
And the scent of humanoids. Unmistakable, a weird combination of the smell of dragon and that of those primates Otacon always had to chase out of the old complex. [That’s Snake’s best friend/top advisor btw. He’s a cool character, but I don’t know enough about him yet to put him in a roleplay]
His hand drifted to one of the several weapons at his side, but he stopped himself at the last second. The voices seemed more curious and apprehensive than aggressive, although he couldn’t decipher exactly what they were saying just yet.
Plus, there were no other dragons in the group from what he could tell. Although it meant he’d be separated from his friends for longer, Hector and the Imperialwings weren’t here either.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
@jonas @keilah-h @rae @beth-torres
NAZYRA
Had she been in a war before? Nazyra’s mind reeled as her companions conversed, on edge about the two figures nearby. Of course she hadn’t fought in a war. She was Elevated!
Her Essence undulated sharply in tandem with her quick breaths, despite her efforts to hide her rising panic. She had training in defensive fighting, but she was no warrior. Nazyra would not be able to handle much death.
Fortunatley her fear allowed her to form a defensive weapon, which she rose before her. The ground trembled faintly as whatever Nahim had said was nearby slowly approached. Nazyra glanced at Kate and Nahim. “I think they’re coming.”
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@keilah-h @princesachronicle22 @jonas @rae
Carrie
Carrie equipped herself with her sword as the small group moved closer to the voices. She caught sight of a woman whose chest appeared to be glowing.
“Who’re you? Where is this place?” Carrie demanded loudly as two other people, a man and another woman appeared in sight.
She didn’t really care who they were. Carrie wanted to know where she was, and if there was a possible way to get back to her world. Also, how did she arrive in that foreign land?
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
@rae @princesachronicle22 @beth-torres @keilah-h
Kate
As the girl and the large draconic figure approached, Kate drew Bloodsong and held it forward warningly.
What are you doing? You’re worthless with a sword, Bloodsong commented cheerfully. Why don’t you just use magic?
“I’m not wasting more energy,” Kate hissed through her teeth.
She also wasn’t going to blast the newcomers before they got a chance to explain themselves.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of BooksRina
“It gives them more character,” said Rina.
Ellis
Ellis raised his eyebrows. “Meet them?” he repeated.
Yes, how silly of her, said Conviction. You never ‘meet’ people. Usually you just go waving me around at them while glaring threateningly.
Ellis let out an annoyed breath at the sword. The voices were getting closer. He grabbed Rin and backed them against one of the buildings.
“You…should probably stay here,” he whispered. Then, still holding Conviction, he stepped into the street.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
This is already getting old, said Conviction wearily.
Rina
A guy with a glowing sword stepped into the street. Rina reacted instinctively and summoned Sliver from a portal.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
✨ Magic System Creator
🎭 Character RPer
📚 Appreciator of Books
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.