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Is Zahlin going to answer or are you not sure you want them to have Peace of Honor?
"You need French Toast."
@srae
Yes, I’m writing an RP now… how do you guys write them so fast? 😅
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
I guess I’ve been stuck on what Zahlin should do now… 🤷♀️
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
@everyone
So we’re introducing the villains? @rae do you want to write an RP to introduce the location? (We can wait till we’re done with this scene first if you want.)
I’ll write up the description of my villain later.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksI guess we are. I have a character I might add…
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
how do you guys write them so fast? 😅
When I get in a mood, it’s like doing freestyle in a speedo as fast as you can. I also had to type out a lot of things last year and I decided to just get used to typing in this age of tech. Believe me it used to take two minutes per sentence!
"You need French Toast."
Zahlin
Zahlin slowly nodded and extended his hand to pull Nahim to his feet. “Peace of Honor.”
Now that his adrenaline was wearing off, pain flared in his various wounds. Zahlin slumped against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground, breathing heavily.
Footsteps pounded in the hallway. The door swung open.
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Ok, this is taking too long I’d better post it. My inner editor hates it, but since when was it a good idea to listen to them?
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Alright, here he is.
Lord VilsayorVilsayor is a nobleman and Crystal Binder from the planet Ildin. He is arrogant, condescending, cruel, and remorseless.
He’s fairly tall. Idk, let’s say 6’5”. His eyes…I’ll say…yellow. Why not? His hair is well groomed, black with gray in it, and he has a trimmed beard and mustache.
He wears a fancy navy blue uniform with a dramatic looking cape.
His fighting abilities are average, but he has two advantages in a fight. First, as a Crystal Binder, he can generate crystals on his body to form extremely durable weapons. Second, he controls the Resonance of spiritual distortion, Temporarily. This Resonance allows him to compress and dilate his personal progression through time. The main advantage of this is that he can react and move incredibly quickly in a fight. Both of these abilities do require some amount of Resonance, energy only found on Ildin. Generating crystals doesn’t require very much. Time control uses more depending on how much he speeds/slows it. We’ll say he has enough Resonance on him to speed him up through 2 hours in two minutes, or slow him down so that he spends 2 minutes in a 2 second period.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksHe has to be careful to ration his Resonance. He has no idea how long he’ll be there, and get can’t get more. And if he runs out, he isn’t much of a threat.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksI also forgot to mention, when he’s compressing/dilating time, his interactions with other objects are unpredictable, due to the nature of messing with spacetime. So that forces him to turn it off if he wants to guarantee a hit. Otherwise his attack might just phase through them.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksNahim
Zahlin grasped his hand and pulled him up.
“Peace of Honor.” Nahim wasn’t going to say that you were supposed to grab the wrist, bu t it bothered him inside. He hung his sword off his belt as Zahlin slumped against the wall breathing heavily, blood coming from a few wounds. That was when Nahim himself realized he was bleeding. Forgetting about himself, he walked over to Zahlin, almost falling from dizziness, and looked at him with his red eyes.
“You sure we shouldn’t get Fennin now? You look beat up and exasted.”
“And what about you? You don’t look fresh either.” Nahim half-smiled after looking down at himself.
“Yeah, I guess neither of us look alright. It was a good duel though, fair an’…” Nahim wiped away a trickle of blood from his mouth as he took in a deep breath. “Honorable. You fight better than I expected.”
Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and Fennin burst through the now open doorway.
Fennin
What a sight! It was better than Fennin expected, no dead body, but it still didn’t look good. Both warriors were against the wall, bleeding and breathing heavily. They at least had their swords sheathed or deactivated.
“What have you done?! I thought things would go better than this, but no!” Both looked up at him, not sheepishly, not ashamed, not angry, but saying with their eyes “What’s the big deal? No one’s dead and it was fun.”
Fennin turned to the Lillening behind him.
“Fetch my mother. Tell her we have an… accident and that her presence is needed at the guests quarters.” The Lillening bowed and left, running down the halls. Turning to the two duelers (is it actually duelees? Idk) He asked if they could walk.
Nahim
“Can you two walk, or do you need assistance?” Fennin, while his voice was steady (to steady) had an undertone of anger.
Nahim nodded. He could walk…barely.
"You need French Toast."
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