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Rosemary and Jirah (Elderstand w/Rina)
Jirah and Rosemary were already on the roof, they heard the many Iron walkers fall. “What happened?!” Jirah Yelled towards Rina. “Perhaps she fell victim to those beasts… I wouldn’t mind too much, She is a bit of a show off.” Rosemary shared her unneeded thoughts. Jirah stared at her with some disgust, before running across the roofs and over to Rina. “Come on!” He shouted back to Rosemary. Jirah leapt down to Rina.
Rosemary watched as Jirah did so, she didn’t really care if she was okay. So Rosemary slowly stood, she ran over and hopped down, “Who are you, what do you want with us?” Jirah asked the cloaked people.
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
@ellette-giselle @rae @jonas @grcr
Well, I would say now, except that @raxforge isn’t active at the moment so we can’t get his characters to move.
Sorry, I have been so busy and not been able to keep up with all the activity.
@ellette @Ruth @gcrc
Ben Gunn, Flare – Baron (Brutus), Marcellus, Leon, and Julian, Everstrand edge
“I have no objections.” Flare gave his friendly draconic smile.
“I do.” Ben raised his hand, “First of all, I am sorry, I don’t like him,” Ben pointed Baron, “It’s not really all that personal, just the fact that you tried to kill me was kind of unnecessary. Though if you agree to not be a jackrabbit about everything, then I guess I could get along with you.”
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
@raxforge @grcr @ellette-giselle
Baron (Brutus)—with Ben Gunn, Flare, Marcellus, Leon, and Julian, Everstrand edge
Brutus suddenly sighed, looking tired. He pulled up his scarf again, having stopped attempting to arouse the guards. “Sadly, if I am not careful, I…” Brutus shook his head, turning to face Ben, before removing his scarf. Down the side of his neck and traveling into his shirt was a ghastly scar. “Draw your own conclusions.”
"You need French Toast."
I also failed to mention in Everett’s description that he has bad eyesight and most things look fuzzy and unclear yet refuses to do something about it.
Yeah, that’s me. Lol :p
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Ben Gunn, Flare – Baron (Brutus), Marcellus, Leon, and Julian, Everstrand edge
Ben looked at the scar with interest, that is a scar of a story. But Ben wasn’t interested in a story now, he was too impatient. “Well now, that is a mighty fine scar you have, one with a great story. But of course, we don’t have time for it, maybe another time. Shall we move to a place more secure?”
Flare didn’t like the idea of what the scar may be. He knew all too well that those things change someone. But he knew that there could not be anything done in the moment, even music couldn’t lighten the mood, mostly because that would cause unnecessary attention. “I agree, we should move to a place more agreeable.”
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
@raxforge @ellette-giselle @grcr
I’m gonna write a really short rp this time.
Baron (Brutus)—with Ben Gunn, Flare, Marcellus, Leon, and Julian, Everstrand edge
Baron gently replaced his scarf, careful to make sure it covered the scar, before turning away so that his face was cast in shadow.
"You need French Toast."
Leon and Julian—with Baron, Ben Gunn, Flare, and Marcellus, Everstrand edge
Leon stared at the scar, and he felt a tightness in his throat. He knew the kind of men responsible for something like this. In fact, that was why he was here. He glanced over at his friend. Julian’s face had paled, and he was clenching and unclenching his fist. Leon hesitated. He wanted to ask Brutus what had happened now, when he seemed willing to talk. But, Ben was right, they needed to move.
“Alright, let’s head…” Leon paused, looking up and down the street. “That way,” he finished, pointing deeper into the city. “Unless someone else has a better idea.”
Andrew has caught up, so you can send in your characters any time. (unless anyone has objections?)
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Klethen — Elderstrant (w/ Ilahna and Everett)
At Ilahna’s warning, Klethen turned to see a light illuminating four dark forms clad in armor. They were moving closer, ominous in the darkness.
It was clear they were not friendly.
Klethen weighed the options in his mind. Run, or stay and hope they would not be killed. The choice was obvious.
“Run.” He said without taking his eyes off the figures. He took two steps back and spun on his heel. “Run!”
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Forgot to tag you in my RP above
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Ben Gunn, Flare – Baron (Brutus), Marcellus, Leon, and Julian, Everstrand edge
“How about, no.” Ben did not want to have to fight with more guards, “We should go out of the city, and stay out there for the night.”
Flare nodded with approval.
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
Forgot to tag you in my RP above
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Terrible (joking)
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
@ellette-giselle @rae @raxforge @grcr
So, your characters are inside the city? Within the wall? Well, I’m thinking of having the city go on lockdown, which may provide some lovely drama. That would also be a good opportunity to send in the NPCs if you’re ready.
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LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN!It should start storming, too. So not only will our characters be confused, afraid, and fighting for their lives, they’ll be soaked! Doesn’t that sound delightful?
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
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Ilahna
Ilahna hesitated, her instincts were telling her to run, but where would they go? Fighting might be their best option.
Mustering her strength of will, she selected one of the warriors, and slammed her Strings into its mind with all her might. A beam of colors flowed from her mouth to its head.
Obey.
The creature did not react. Now that she could read its mind, Ilahna realized that this thing was not human. It was devoid of emotion, all that was there was a powerful will. The will to destroy them. A will too powerful for any song to sway.
Ilahna gasped and wrenched her mind away, her Strings flickering out. Just then there was a clap of thunder, and a torrent of rain came down.
The creatures began to charge. Ilahna did not even consider attempting to fight them physically. She turned and ran.
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