"I've been wandering for almost a decade, looking for a place to stay." Andrew said, flinging his long, wavy brown hair back to reveal his ocean blue eyes, piercing through the soul of anyone looking at them. Sitting on the stump of a cut down tree with a staff in his right hand, he hurled around a small ball of crystallized energy, acting like a prism for the sunlight shining at it from time to time, when it hits a hole in the tree leaves. Various colours start raving around, as if they tried to shoot an army of goblins around the crystal.
"I've seen good and bad, better and worse, been far and wide, and yet there was not a single place I could call home." Andrew continued, leaning back a bit, and taking out a small pouch out of his pocket. As he untied the knot on the pouch that was guarding something in it from scattering all around his pocket, the pouch opened, and his audience could see a few gold coins fall out on the soft green grass, and some were still in the pouch. "This is twice as much of what I started my journey with - I had almost nothing." He told his story further, picking up the few gold coins from the ground, and putting them back in the pouch as he tied it up with a knot again and placed it back in his pocket. Torn and dirty grey coat on his body, ripped jeans and leather shoes covered in dirt, holed in places covered Andrew's body. "These were my only clothes throughout the journey, and now I am sitting in a forest, playing with what I call a Crystallized Energy Ball and talking to a bunch of squirrels who don't even know what I'm saying, and are not really paying attention." He spoke, looking at three squirrels up on a tree branch playing with eachother. Their brown fur waved from their movement and the slight breeze through the leaves as they joyfully played with eachother, and Andrew just sat there talking to them without a response. Even though he was sitting in a forest full of animals and plantlife, he knew that when he finally reaches the end of this forest, that he would find a place he could call home. He knew that he would find a place called "The Roleplayer's Guild". He knew that he'd be a member of something big and powerful, that adventures would await him at a mast he had never seen before, and he knew that he would have tales to tell to his grand children when they would sit around him in the dim light of a fireplace during a cold winter night, waiting for what they call Santa...
From the shadows between the trees steps a red-cloaked form. Little can be seen of the figure beneath the form but the hands that extend beyond it, cradling a drousy Squirrel are pale and feminine. From the depths of the deep hood comes a voice and the flash of white teeth in what might be a smile.
"Welcome to Roleplayer Guild, I do hope you have much fun here with us. There are plenty of stories to tell and space enough for all. Since you are new I will point you this way." she shifts the squirrel and removing one hand points towards a sign in the road that reads: Guide.
"It will help you navigate our home with ease. And if you get lost, or need assistance my cottage can be found there." she points again towards a small stone cottage with red shutters and an even brighter red door.
"You have but to knock and I will do all I can to assist."
And upon saying that she dips her head gently and then almost magically fades back into the shadows, the sounds of squirrels chittering following in her wake.
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Originally Posted by AmongHeroes
Amongst deep shadows and bright morn,
A hooded Mod stalks known as Lillian Thorne.
Crimson and black adorne her illustious might,
And she commands threads like a spider of the night.
Bearing greetings to those new to RPG,
They are welcomed by a queen emblazoned with an L and a T.
Originally Posted by tirgesfu
Searching through interest checks yet again
I stumbled upon real gem
Gypsy together fighting fears
Family and friends through many years
And talented players saw this as well
We flooded the boards and began to gel
Characters popped and posts ran
The ideas and story truly began.
Where this will lead I canít say
But I can thank Lillian for the play.