The more posts the happier I am! Lol. No worries, though. I'll be waiting for some of the others to post again before I do. Gotta see all the reactions to the song plus I'm hoping Apoalo posts soon. As well as Dynamo.
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Some things have happened and the potential for tragedy has hit full force. If replies are slow, I apologize.
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Busy today and possibly tomorrow due to building a pool. Posts may come slow if they come at all.
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Looking for lots of RP.
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I'm a single mother who's been RPing for over 15 years.
I enjoy anything medieval/fantasy related and several other RPs.
I get irked easily by people who don't know the difference between "Their", "There", and "They're". Also the ones who use "U" instead of "You".
I'm currently trying to garner interest in my original concept RP, Return of the Dragonlords.http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/127256-return-of-the-dragonlords/ooc#post-3693683
I won't give out any off-site contact info here but if you're interested in asking I have Facebook, Skype, and Yahoo. I might be persuaded to give the info via PMs.
I enjoy anything medieval/fantasy related and several other RPs.
I get irked easily by people who don't know the difference between "Their", "There", and "They're". Also the ones who use "U" instead of "You".
I'm currently trying to garner interest in my original concept RP, Return of the Dragonlords.http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/127256-return-of-the-dragonlords/ooc#post-3693683
I won't give out any off-site contact info here but if you're interested in asking I have Facebook, Skype, and Yahoo. I might be persuaded to give the info via PMs.
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@Superman Lol, why would she be the last? Unless it's just cause he can tell by looking at her that she's not much of a fighter.
Hey, he warned them not to get too close. She wasn't going to chance it. And he looks scary as hell so that's even more reason for her not to try and get closer. Once again, she's the smart one :P
@Superman Lol, it'll happen randomly.
Just to let you guys know, the song posted is only the flute bit. And since she has that power, feel free for your character to react accordingly. Though at the same time, since she doesn't know she has it, it may not even effect anyone. Sad or not, up to you. Also the varying degree of sadness.
Also, @Dynamo Frokane, feel free to use the song as what draws him in if you want.
Also, @Dynamo Frokane, feel free to use the song as what draws him in if you want.
What's....happening?
The thought entered her mind as she stared at the people around her. First, the man with the sword began to taunt her and take over her camp. Better that than being gutted, she supposed. She relaxed a little when he put the sword away, looking down at her feet. This was all too strange. Just a few moments ago, she'd been alone. Now, there were others. On top of that, they all seemed to come out of nowhere. It was just far too strange. Something else was going on here. She could....feel it.
When the woman came out from behind the wall closest to her, she nearly screamed. But then her eyes actually took in the woman, and the green orbs widened. She was beautiful. The way the fire glanced over the woman's features caused her to momentarily forget the hidden man and completely miss the offered rabbit. When the man spoke though, she turned her head to look at him, briefly anyway. She looked back at the woman and noticed the rabbit in her hands.
A quiet grunt of shock escaped her as she stared at the rabbit. She hesitated for a moment, before slowly taking the poor thing from the woman and holding it in her hands. The body was still warm, but there was no heart beat. It was dead. She couldn't stop the sadness that crossed her expression as she stared at the lifeless rabbit. No more than she could stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she watched it. She knelt where she was, gently laying the rabbit down on the ground in front of her as if it were a cherished pet she'd had all her life.
Without saying a word, she reached into her bag slowly. From it, she pulled the one thing she carried that she didn't need to survive. A small flute. She took a breath, her fingers lining themselves with the holes on the flute. The song that came from that flute was slow, soft, but filled with sadness. She didn't know why she was the way she was, but death, even the death of a rabbit, at the hands of people, made her weep. Perhaps she had just seen too much of it, somehow.
It was in the midst of the song that the centaur appeared, though she didn't notice at first. She was so focused on the music for the poor beast that she didn't even notice the man. When at last she finished playing her song, she put her flute away and finally looked up. And that was when she noticed him. The man that had half his lower body as a horse. Her eyes widened again. Clutching the dead rabbit in her arms like she was trying to protect it, she inched closer to the only other woman there. She seemed the best one to be around at the moment, in case...whatever he was decided to attack. It was almost like a child hiding behind her mother. Almost.
The thought entered her mind as she stared at the people around her. First, the man with the sword began to taunt her and take over her camp. Better that than being gutted, she supposed. She relaxed a little when he put the sword away, looking down at her feet. This was all too strange. Just a few moments ago, she'd been alone. Now, there were others. On top of that, they all seemed to come out of nowhere. It was just far too strange. Something else was going on here. She could....feel it.
When the woman came out from behind the wall closest to her, she nearly screamed. But then her eyes actually took in the woman, and the green orbs widened. She was beautiful. The way the fire glanced over the woman's features caused her to momentarily forget the hidden man and completely miss the offered rabbit. When the man spoke though, she turned her head to look at him, briefly anyway. She looked back at the woman and noticed the rabbit in her hands.
A quiet grunt of shock escaped her as she stared at the rabbit. She hesitated for a moment, before slowly taking the poor thing from the woman and holding it in her hands. The body was still warm, but there was no heart beat. It was dead. She couldn't stop the sadness that crossed her expression as she stared at the lifeless rabbit. No more than she could stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she watched it. She knelt where she was, gently laying the rabbit down on the ground in front of her as if it were a cherished pet she'd had all her life.
Without saying a word, she reached into her bag slowly. From it, she pulled the one thing she carried that she didn't need to survive. A small flute. She took a breath, her fingers lining themselves with the holes on the flute. The song that came from that flute was slow, soft, but filled with sadness. She didn't know why she was the way she was, but death, even the death of a rabbit, at the hands of people, made her weep. Perhaps she had just seen too much of it, somehow.
It was in the midst of the song that the centaur appeared, though she didn't notice at first. She was so focused on the music for the poor beast that she didn't even notice the man. When at last she finished playing her song, she put her flute away and finally looked up. And that was when she noticed him. The man that had half his lower body as a horse. Her eyes widened again. Clutching the dead rabbit in her arms like she was trying to protect it, she inched closer to the only other woman there. She seemed the best one to be around at the moment, in case...whatever he was decided to attack. It was almost like a child hiding behind her mother. Almost.
How do you link a youtube video? My next post requires the use of it for the full effect.
Other than that, though, I have a feeling I'm gonna love Unamia lol.
@Tackytaff I think the dwarf is separate from Fredrick, as the dwarf has not made it to the camp yet (although relatively close). So I think, aside from that, it looks like a good post and I'll reply to it shortly.
He's right. Fredrick, the human, is the one with the sword. The dwarf is on his way riding on a pony.
@Superman
Consider this. There are several different lore types on demons when you research them. Most demons are considered eternal unless you manage to kill one, which means he could be anywhere from 50 to 6,000 years old at the least. Cedran is the son of a God, but he doesn't know this. Now, considering the Purge happened 100 years prior, and that the Gods are just now seeking their children to exact their revenge, you can swing this one of few ways and have it make sense.
1.) He's only 23 and has no knowledge at all about who his real father is.
2.) He's really old, but decided to come to the surface to exact his father's revenge. Unfortunately, the trip cost him his memory and he's just been wandering around doing his thing.
3.) He's really somewhere between 50 and 300 years old, but because he was born on the surface to a demoness who was likely killed somehow before he found out the truth, he doesn't know he's really the son of a God.
Those are just a few examples mind you, so you can really spin it either way you want to go.
Consider this. There are several different lore types on demons when you research them. Most demons are considered eternal unless you manage to kill one, which means he could be anywhere from 50 to 6,000 years old at the least. Cedran is the son of a God, but he doesn't know this. Now, considering the Purge happened 100 years prior, and that the Gods are just now seeking their children to exact their revenge, you can swing this one of few ways and have it make sense.
1.) He's only 23 and has no knowledge at all about who his real father is.
2.) He's really old, but decided to come to the surface to exact his father's revenge. Unfortunately, the trip cost him his memory and he's just been wandering around doing his thing.
3.) He's really somewhere between 50 and 300 years old, but because he was born on the surface to a demoness who was likely killed somehow before he found out the truth, he doesn't know he's really the son of a God.
Those are just a few examples mind you, so you can really spin it either way you want to go.
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