@BigPapaBelial wikipedia says quarterlife crisis applies up to your mid-thirties (cope), so don't worry, we can still do walker races.
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Former friend and I used to RP through short post on YIM back in the day.
Forum RPINg was big back in the early 00s. And before IRC went the way of the dodo you could find 1000s of RP boards there...
Have I just Dated myself?
Just call yourself a veteran, that's how I try to keep the quarter life crisis at bay ;p
Brorin Foul
The darkness rung out to him, swallowed him, the world tumbling within his mind. No place to stand, only falling. And in the haze... those voices! Always those voices!
"Get away from him!" Wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last.
"Why do they keep doing this to me, father?" - "Keep faith, my son. This is a trial for them, too." So, he kept faith.
"Someone wake up that plague-ridden wretch." How often had he heard that one before?
"Wake up!" The dark voice said in his dreams. Yes, soon it would be time...
Suddenly the ringing in his ears was split by a roar just as deafening. A "Wake up, little man. No time to sleep." was belted into his face. But it wasn't as much the Ogre's screaming that brought him back. It was the smell. For a moment Brorin wondered what they fed this creature back at the Maw. He rubbed his head - mask still in place - as he scrambled up once more.
The return to reality was slow, but every bit as nightmarish as his dreams. It didn't take long for Brorin to find out what the stench actually was. By the time his senses returned to him there was little more left than... madness. The wind wafted with stinking ash. Bodies crushed. Bodies burnt. Bodies unfleshed. Red and black, blood and soot. And there was fire! In the far distance of his mind, he heard a bell toll, and for a moment, he couldn't tell if he was back at his Parish being clasped in chains, or... Ah. Right. Two days away from Sulfrey. And he had a purpose to fulfill now.
He took one last look at the carnage, then at his... companions. And then he started chanting, just barely. A hidden prayer sung under his breath. Brorin crossed his heart again. It wasn't much, but it was all he could offer for now. Some people live. Some people die. Some people are taken to the Maw. All deserve at least some decency on their way to that Great Night. Brorin looked down onto his hands, ash-stained once more. Don't they?
There seemed to be a lull in the fight. The reavers had fallen for the most part, and what part of them remained had scattered, but in the distance the horned knights of Sulfrey came galloping. Shuffling into cover behind the ice giant, Brorin waited and watched, his eyes set upon that all-too familiar distance.
What is this Discord? Is it like AIM? I can offer my AIM if needed.
do you reckon they used to play by post via carrier pidgeons back in the day?
Then I better start setting stuff up. Give me a week or so to write something up
@Red Wizard Agreed w/ Chrys. There's no rush, it's just a game :)
gg guys
Brorin Foul
The rumbling of hooves and feet came quickly. The war cries followed soon enough. Too quickly. The war shouldn't be this far advanced yet!
"No, not now. Of all times..." Brorin rummaged through his satchel, digging past his unrefined ingredients. Some beakers, mortar and pestle, there! Metal bomb-shells! ...empty. Of course they were. You wouldn't send people out on a suicide mission well stocked now, would you? That would be mad! Typical. Damned witch. What was he going to do now, throw his cane? Or maybe, what about if they were peaceful? Oh, who was he kidding. You should've heard the screams. His mind flashed to the reavers. Barbarian hordes. Horned knights. Drake riders. Blood. What a nightmar--
The shriek came out of nowhere. A cry louder than the loudest organ-register, but it came from their own! He saw the sound, rippling and bellowing out from the small blood-eyed girl, as if even the very air couldn't hold the sheer force of it. And as the shockwave blew past him, he was smashed to the side and straight into the ground. Through the ringing in his ears, he could barely hear the cracks, the shouts, the confusion, the metal helmets imploding in on themselves. Drawing a small 'X' over his heart with his right hand, he noted that his earlier comment appeared to be more prophetic than he meant it. Then, as he drifted off into unconsciousness, Brorin made a mental note to try and not piss these people off too much.
@Red Wizard That 'Thanks' was sarcastic btw :'/
Brorin Foul
Few had offered their names. Viktor. Ricon. Then silence. It was clear the others' trust would be more hard earned, and that was of the utmost importance. Few were known to trek with giants and live to tell the tale in one piece. And the living shadow surely was Devilry - would have to stay away from that one. But it was a start. Each introduction Brorin answered simply with the slightest bow and "A pleasure."
As they moved on, Brorin listened to the others debating about how to continue. He would rather not get caught-up with these reavers before having had a chance to stock up. As Brorin followed on he started lagging behind them, and not just because of his condition. He gathered his mutagenic reagents as inconspicuously as he could, stuffing them in his satchel as he went. Small insects, saplings, even a rat once. Come nightfall he would grind them, extract their essences. All had their uses, all had their purpose. Claws and armor from the beetles. Regenerating juices from the saplings. The rat, nutrition. Then, finally, he would be... better.
When the conversation shifted to the entry into Sulfrey, Brorin staggered forward once more. "There are ways into cities other than the front gate, friends." He looked at the garish nature of their compatriots. "I have seen many a travelling freak shows, we might not look too out of place if we play the part." He chuckled a soft saw-like laugh, and quickly followed up with "I also... happen to know the workings of sewers well. Could be another way in... and could aid us to not be noticed once inside."
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