Thinking of joining, need a casual that I am not gming to relax to. Dual classes allowed?
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9 yrs ago
Spotify has a unique sense of humor, let's see how this plays out.
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9 yrs ago
Time to decide if I keep writing this story or to stop, only time will tell.
9 yrs ago
Happy All Saints Day
9 yrs ago
Oh so done with today, time to sleep ~passes out on the keyboard~ djeicjdjsididjdk
9 yrs ago
If you knock on my door in costume and are over 15.. I will so give you candy, lol The older tue more I fork over, :p
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Now known as @Lady Amalthea
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Captain rushed to Ieans side, trying to douse the flames. “Tain Xiao De! Cyrek is supposed to be back here but I haven’t seen that grubby hide since before take off,” she yelled as the flames were doused.
“Jian Ta De Gul! I will gut that man if I find him! He’s supposed to make sure that this doesn’t happen!” Captain snarled as she tossed the extinguisher to the side; grabbing a bench as she braced herself. Hearing Aprils call go out over the com she cringed inwardly.
“Gorram, hold on preacher!” she yelled as they touched down, her body jutting forward but her grip holding true. She ended up spilling out on her back with her hand still clutched to the metal underside of the work table.
“April, shut down the engines and vent the ship! We need to clear this smoke out! Benson, run play back, find out what happened!” she yelled into the com as she stumbled over to it. “The engine caught on fire Hannah, don’t have a gorram clue as to why. Your explosives secured? Last thing we need is them to get hot right now, shove them into the cool storage for now!” she commanded before sinking down the wall and grasping her arm. A large gash went over her bicep as she tried to stop the bleeding.
“Preacher, you okay?”
“Jian Ta De Gul! I will gut that man if I find him! He’s supposed to make sure that this doesn’t happen!” Captain snarled as she tossed the extinguisher to the side; grabbing a bench as she braced herself. Hearing Aprils call go out over the com she cringed inwardly.
“Gorram, hold on preacher!” she yelled as they touched down, her body jutting forward but her grip holding true. She ended up spilling out on her back with her hand still clutched to the metal underside of the work table.
“April, shut down the engines and vent the ship! We need to clear this smoke out! Benson, run play back, find out what happened!” she yelled into the com as she stumbled over to it. “The engine caught on fire Hannah, don’t have a gorram clue as to why. Your explosives secured? Last thing we need is them to get hot right now, shove them into the cool storage for now!” she commanded before sinking down the wall and grasping her arm. A large gash went over her bicep as she tried to stop the bleeding.
“Preacher, you okay?”
The Main Group
The night went by slowly but uneventful, the fog did not come again and it seemed that no more were vanishing from sight but several had walked off of their own accord and there was no sign of them now. Shela shrugged to herself and just kept rambling on throughout the night and well passed after the sun broke. Each tale she spun more out landish than the next but she always seemed to have some scar or some trinket she had kept as a souvenir providing at least some shred of truth to the tale. Her words never came off as outright lies but perhaps severe embellishments. If anything the woman had stamina, never seeming tire of speaking. She did enjoy hearing her own voice and just naturally assumed others did as well.
It was well into the next day before the next village came into sight, the clouds still rolled over head but the smell of rain on the air was gone. The village was smaller than the last one, a single road winding through it with only a handful of buildings. Did not look as if they even had a proper inn, just an old stable that seemed to have been turned into a watering hole of sorts. The people in the streets froze when they saw the group of adventurers and scattered into the few homes, doors closing heavily.
“Well that is a right cold welcome,” Shela huffed as she chewed on her pipe.
The Eyewing Cave
The beast flapped and held into the air but slowly it descended, weaving this way and that as it tried to hold its altitude but there was not much for it. The axe tear in its wing threw off the eyewings balance and abilities. It blinked under the strain and with each blink another drop of acid fell only to crystallize as it hit stone. It would not take much to put the thing out of its misery but the claws at the end of the of each wings on the wings cut through the air sharply with each ragged flap and the acid was ever present.
Sapphire eyes flickered in the low candle light of the tavern from beneath the dark hood that framed Isabellas features. Pure alabaster nails clicked against the table resting in front of her as she watched and listened to the ruffians in the establishment. Pale lips pursed out of frustration as it was as she expected, nothing more than a rowdy crowd looking for trouble but not much more than that. Her slender nose flared as a huff passed her lips and blew the ash pale bangs from her brows.
Her ears perked up at the words the woman spoke at the bar and her head tilted inquisitively as she looked the woman over. She seemed out of place there, then again so did Isabella. Sliding the chair back it thumped against the wooden wall behind her as she rose from her place. Stepping around the table she slowly made her way over. Coming up behind the woman her arms crossed over her chest and she gave the bar tender a look that made him swallow hard and take a step back.
“No..none here,” he stammered as he looked at Isabella trying to answer Jeannes question before turning and scurrying like a rat to the other side of the bar. Isabella was about to place her hand on the womans shoulder when a thick masculine hand gripped her own, nails black from dirt and grim packed beneath them.
“Remove your hand before I do it for you,” she said in a calm tone.
“Come on, just want a dance,” he said through a drunken slur. Isabella rolled her eyes.
“Last warning,” she said, repeating the same calm tone.
“Hey, I said I wanted a dance!” he sneered as he spun her around.
“Very well, let’s dance,” she said as a cold grin tugged at the corner of her lips. Her hand came up and over his, fingers curling against his skin as her nails pierced through the flesh and blood began to drip from the wounds. She pulled down as her leg arced over his arm and her foot found floor on the other side. A turn of her hips and a snap could be heard through the tavern followed by an echo of scream from his lip.
“Let go!” he said trying to pull his arm back.
“I thought you wanted to dance?” she smirked as her free hand drew a dagger, it spinning in her thin fingers. “Very well, just to finish my promise,” she added before blade met muscle and bone, severing his hand from his wrist. He fell back, holding his stump as she tossed the severed appendage towards him. Pulling a rag out she wiped the blade and her hand clean before tossing it over his face.
“Clean yourself up,” she said flatly as she turned to bring her attention back to the woman who had spoken about kidnappers. The mans comrades rushing him out of the tavern as he whined about Isabella taking his hand.
Her ears perked up at the words the woman spoke at the bar and her head tilted inquisitively as she looked the woman over. She seemed out of place there, then again so did Isabella. Sliding the chair back it thumped against the wooden wall behind her as she rose from her place. Stepping around the table she slowly made her way over. Coming up behind the woman her arms crossed over her chest and she gave the bar tender a look that made him swallow hard and take a step back.
“No..none here,” he stammered as he looked at Isabella trying to answer Jeannes question before turning and scurrying like a rat to the other side of the bar. Isabella was about to place her hand on the womans shoulder when a thick masculine hand gripped her own, nails black from dirt and grim packed beneath them.
“Remove your hand before I do it for you,” she said in a calm tone.
“Come on, just want a dance,” he said through a drunken slur. Isabella rolled her eyes.
“Last warning,” she said, repeating the same calm tone.
“Hey, I said I wanted a dance!” he sneered as he spun her around.
“Very well, let’s dance,” she said as a cold grin tugged at the corner of her lips. Her hand came up and over his, fingers curling against his skin as her nails pierced through the flesh and blood began to drip from the wounds. She pulled down as her leg arced over his arm and her foot found floor on the other side. A turn of her hips and a snap could be heard through the tavern followed by an echo of scream from his lip.
“Let go!” he said trying to pull his arm back.
“I thought you wanted to dance?” she smirked as her free hand drew a dagger, it spinning in her thin fingers. “Very well, just to finish my promise,” she added before blade met muscle and bone, severing his hand from his wrist. He fell back, holding his stump as she tossed the severed appendage towards him. Pulling a rag out she wiped the blade and her hand clean before tossing it over his face.
“Clean yourself up,” she said flatly as she turned to bring her attention back to the woman who had spoken about kidnappers. The mans comrades rushing him out of the tavern as he whined about Isabella taking his hand.
Kira looked around and shrugged to herself as she noticed that Dick was no where to be seen but his staff was there, or was that a walking stick? It didn't matter. Rising she went to packing up her things so that she was prepared to leave when the time was right.
Caw
"Yes, yes I know," Kira grumbled. Turning as she heard the door open she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade just in case. Once she saw it was it was Dick her hand fell from the blade.
"I see that, it looks like you found much out there this morning," she said as she finished folding up her dark leather tarp and shoving it onto her pack.
Caw
"Yes, yes I know," Kira grumbled. Turning as she heard the door open she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade just in case. Once she saw it was it was Dick her hand fell from the blade.
"I see that, it looks like you found much out there this morning," she said as she finished folding up her dark leather tarp and shoving it onto her pack.
Deep in the cave the eyewing bounced as it floated around. These creatures never slept and they never landed, something else was rumored to give them their unending stamina to stay seemingly forever in loft.
Its single eye focused on the half-orc before it, it had not seen it likes before but that was not unusual. Very few ever appeared in the cave and when they did it was usually some unlucky human that a fog had rolled in and dropped of. Almost like a proverbial sacrifice. Whether that was or was not the fogs intentions remained to be seen but there it was. Another to kill for sport.
The axe came quickly and the eyewing, even though ever watching, did not have time to move far enough out of the way. The blade tearing through the third and forth skin on the right wing; causing the creature to spin in the air and lose its grace. It flapped hard to stay in the air and shot an acidity ooze towards Lob, it missed, hitting a stalagtite next to him and hardening on contact.
Its single eye focused on the half-orc before it, it had not seen it likes before but that was not unusual. Very few ever appeared in the cave and when they did it was usually some unlucky human that a fog had rolled in and dropped of. Almost like a proverbial sacrifice. Whether that was or was not the fogs intentions remained to be seen but there it was. Another to kill for sport.
The axe came quickly and the eyewing, even though ever watching, did not have time to move far enough out of the way. The blade tearing through the third and forth skin on the right wing; causing the creature to spin in the air and lose its grace. It flapped hard to stay in the air and shot an acidity ooze towards Lob, it missed, hitting a stalagtite next to him and hardening on contact.
Well part of rp is making sure to stay active. I am not inspired much of the time but I make sure to post so others are not held up. It's a respect thing for the rp and fellow rpers. I expect the same from everyone. Once the ship is repaired, anyone who has not posted will be removed from the rp and left on planet.
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Okay, once I get a few posts in from people we will time jump to the next scene.
@WilsonTurner Wilson, no offense but it has been nearly 3 weeks since you posted, our engine room is on fire and we just crash landed. If that doesn't inspire a post I don't know what will. Either post soon or respectfully bow out so others are not waiting around for a post.
Kira slept, as she always did, void of dreams, locked in deep slumber. Her raven would caw and nestle in her hair but Kira did not move until the suns first light broke through the canopy above. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stretched like a cat would waking from a long nap.
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