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@freedomwriter76 well, last we left off Grimm was lost in a memory and then Riker and Leon called him out of it…
We could still RP from there while we wait for Elishavet 😊 if u want
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@godlyfantasy12. Yeah, we can do that!
Btw, I RPed as Steve in the 2.0 castle. 😊
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TORRYN:
Torryn moaned.
“Where am I?” he asked the castle walls…wait CASTLE? His heart pounded furiously…if this was a trick…some kind of freakish nightmare….
He hated nightmares. Torryn’s stomach knotted and a wave of that old sickening feeling swept over him. He shoved it back, squared his shoulders and started walking forward. Voices. He could hear voices in that passageway. Torryn drew his dagger and ran a finger along the edge.
Torryn crept out of the shadows. He almost managed to make it in perfect silence, but he tripped over a pile of rubble that sent him sprawling on the floor. He sprang to his feet, glaring at the obstacle.
“CURSE YOU, you filthy stones and rocks and WHATEVER YOU ARE!”
Then he realized people were staring at him. Torryn twirled his knife and bowed.
“Sorry, Torryn Velgard Hvalman at your service.”
🥰#TorrynVelgardProtectionSquad🥰
@freedomwriter76 ah yup let me go reply! Oh and I RPed as Fen! Idk what to say as Bren… XD XD
also I think u need to RP as Lily and Elias (or is it Eli?)
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#ProtectSeb@queen_of_alvastia BAHAHAHA I love him…
Also I November is totally gonna feel for him tripping over those rocks 😅 (my baby is a bit…clumsy)
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@godlyfantasy12. It’s Elias with Aaron/Ginny and Lily is with Kiri/Matthew…yeah, I need to RP as them, lol!😅
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 I know I’ve said this before, but I love y’all ‘s charries. Grimm and Riker are both so sweet…
This side plot with Riker and his lost son makes me want to bring in Edria and Amicai, since they would sympathize soooo much (since they lost their first two kids). But they’ve been dead for nearing eleven years now, so that would be a bit impossible. XD
Hopefully I will actually be able to respond again this week. We’ll have to see.
And I don’t really feel like going all the way through those RPs again, so I’ll just go off rough memory of what’s going on.
Yosí
Wandering shadows of the room played softly over November’s weary face, highlighting a worried crease between his brows and three furious gouges on his cheek. The young man sat quietly for the moment, reclined against the wall. Paxton’s bright blonde head leaned against his shoulder like a bird in a cleft of the rock.
Yosí regarded them with a slight smile that didn’t leave his eyes. A few yards away Grimm was speaking with Leon and Riker, their voices pitched low. Yosí forced himself not to eavesdrop, instead pulling near the sack the herbs had been in and beginning to rummage in it.
“Are you two hungry?” He glanced back up at the quiet pair. November shrugged and glanced down at Paxton.
A whiff of Grimm’s conversation tugged at Yosí’s ears. The words were hushed, yet splintered by emotion in a way that made Yosí instinctively listen.
“I’ve lost people…many people….and…I’ve…I’ve killed some as well. People I knew.”
Yosí sat frozen, a thousand thoughts and terrors pulsing in his heart. He’d lien awake many nights, wondering what would happen if he meet someone he knew on the field of battle. Would they see him? Would they know him? Or would they see the brand and turn away?
Although the endless days at battle were merely a dance between two blades – that before and behind- that left him no choice but to step in line, the dread of shedding his brother’s blood always haunted him. When the kingdom was established again, supposing he lived to see it, would he have a place in it? Or would-
“Are y-you ok-kay?” A small hand brushed his fingers as they lay loosely folded in the bag’s mouth. Yosí started, looking up to see Paxton draw his hand away as if bitten. Fear and guilt clouded the boy’s face. “S-sorry.
“No, no. Thank you.” Yosí drew his hand over his eyes and brought his focus back on his little quest.
Pungent herbs and lumps of spices piled themselves into his lap as he dug farther into the bag. Finally, he gave a short laugh of satisfaction and withdrew a bundle. With deft fingers he undid it, revealing a small stack of flat bread. Although at least three days old, the bread was still supple and fluffy.
“We should eat a little.” He handed them a piece each. “You never know what wonderful things the LORD has for us to do next.”
He winked and took a large bite of his piece, relaxing as the others did.
[Start conversation as you like, etc. This isn’t exactly on even with the others, but I’ll let y’all fix that. See you tomorrow! (Or the day after…)]
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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@godlyfantasy12. @elishavet-pidyon. I’m still keeping Riker and his family and Leon and his kids, but I may pull Leo, Talia, Ella, and Sadie out along with Reuben and Wolfgang, if y’all don’t mind. 🙂
I just have a lot of charries to keep track of, and, lol, I may add a couple more soon…
…including some (or one, at least! 😂) villains. 😏
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That’s okay. 🙂 We’ll miss them, but we’ll survive. *Sniff*
Although, villains? O.O
Hi! Welcome to the little passage of insanity! There’s nowhere else in the Castle quite as… Um… Something. I’m sure there’s some great filament of uniqueness here.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@freedomwriter76 fine by me! @elishavet-pidyon
Freedom, do u want to RP a reaction to Torryn’s appearance or should I?
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@godlyfantasy12. You can! 🙂
@elishavet-pidyon. Yes, villains…🤯😐😏@princesachronicle22 @keilah-h @anyone-else
So here’s the community character’s description. It took me a while to dig through old dusty pages of the castle to find it. I’ll rp as her soon.
Silvia Spruce
- Blonde with gray eyes
- 5’9”
- Carries a staff that she uses for healing magic and a backpack with all her belongings
- Pacifist
- Nomad
- Loves nature
- Very sweet and never wants to offend anyone
She was harvesting mushrooms in the forest one day and happened upon the seemingly abandoned castle by accident.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@loopylin Ok then!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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NAMAL
They made their way slowly through the hallway, Namal keeping her eye trained on the self proclaimed Monster. Despite the broken arm, he hadn’t hesitated to start swinging before. She wondered if the forced movement would perminently damage the bone. And thinking of the wound in Phervin’s side, Namal found she didn’t mind that one bit.
She kept a hand comfortably placed on her Shot Iron hoslter. You could never be too careful. Namal noticed the swordman’s shoulders trembling, just the tiniest bit, and she tensed. He was just a pace ahead of her, so she couldn’t see his face properly –she had only allowed him to walk ahead knowing it would be quicker to take him out from behind– but Namal didn’t think he would pull anything. Not yet at least.
She had seen the pain using his arm had caused, and she doubted he would try it again, but it didn’t mean she was taking any chances. Namal continued to survey him while letting her mind wonder where they were. Why they were there.
She and Phervin had been thrown in dungeons before –being caught purposfully and not– while on various missions. But she didn’t recgonize the building they were in. The wide hallways were too large even to be one of the Isle Houses. And it certaintly wasn’t the Brayjein palace. She’d visited many times while accompanying Viscount Antoni and watching over his daughter.
This place was less airy, more stone, with less windows. And from what she could see outside, it wasn’t on the Center Isle plateau. She shook her head, glancing at Phervin. He looked back and grinned. She let her mouth lift silghtly at the sight before training her eyes again on the stranger’s back.
She needed to get in contact with Antoni as soon as possible, let him know that they were neither dead nor deserting from his gaurd. But first she needed to find out where they were. She found it odd how empty the place was, yet how well kept. Not a speck littered the floors, and candelibras stood alit with healthy flames.
Namal narrowed her eyes further on the swordsman, opening her mouth to ask some questions, when footsteps caught her attention. She pulled to a sudden stop, hand on Phervin’s arm. She didn’t warn the stranger, thinking he’d make a fine sheild from danger, but he stopped anyway.
Namal tensed in anticipation as a woman came prowling around the corner.
PHERVIN
He smiled at Namal’s hand still on his arm, then looked up to see what had attracted her special attention. A straight backed woman stood in the hallway, her hair a dark black like Nam’s, but her skin was a pale white, not like Namal’s bronze. (Is that what Corvina looks like? Please correct me if I’m wrong here)
He cocked his head, wondering where she was from. Most people he met had the tan skin of the Isles. There were exeptions in appearance though. His own red hair was an oddity.
Phervin took a moment to watch the woman size them up, her eyes focusing the longest on Mr. Pokey Pokey. He looked down at Namal, interested to see how she would react. She had taken a step away from him and the other man, nearest the wall as possible. Her eyes remained on the newcomer the whole time.
He could tell that the woman would set Nam off, the way she had come around the corner, how she carried herself, the calculating look in her eyes as she moved into a fighting position. Figuring what she was about to do, he stepped forward to attract the new woman’s attention. He raised both hands and smiled. “Well hello there!”
Phervin kept his eyes forward, not looking to the side to see Nam’s form give a slight ripple. It would be indistinct to anyone untrained to spot one of her kind. He wasn’t sure how much Light she had stored, especially after that earlier illusion of herself, but he was sure that she would be using some now. He always marveled at her prescion. How she was able to create a false image of herself –even if only for seconds at a time– while at the same time hiding her real one.
Even those who had her same power struggled to pull off Light manipulation as well as Nam did. She was special. Not that Phervin was bias or anything.
He noticed something change in the woman’s posture, seeming to decide that she could take them on. Phervin gave a tilt of his head towards the left wall, a nod for Namal to go forward. He started to absorb Sound, making her footsteps silent as she moved across the hall, nearly invisible as she did so. Phervin also made sure to move in from of her illusion, it would be easier for her if she didn’t have to expell as much Light on it.
His side was still hurting from their walk here, but he smothered it, not wanting to worry Nam as she worked. “So what’s your name?” He asked the stranger, then realized he didn’t even know Swordy guy’s real name. Huh, he thought. Feel as though I’ve known the man for so long already. Guess I don’t though. Oh well, Phervin was sure the man would open up more once they fed him some real food. Those anuni pies would serve his sallow frame well.
The woman just twitched in response to his question, seemingly contemplating answering. But she didn’t have time as Namal’s illusion dropped, her real form appearing behind the woman. Nam kicked her in the back, sending her to the ground.
The black haired stranger snarled, and Namal placed a boot on top of the woman, holding her down. She pulled out her gun and pointed it downwards. “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?” She said bitingly.
Nam probably assumed this was the one who had put them in that unfortunatley functioning prison cell. Phervin just sighed, his mouth twitching. “Again with the Shot Iron Nam?”
Sorry Corvina… You said your charries were fair game right Godly? If not, again, sorry… 😅 And mine are definitley fair game, I don’t mind if they get a bit scuffed up in this experiance
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Okay cool!!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:
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