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My post shall be up tomorrow. Tremble in fear...or rather don't. Selena isn't very scary.
thank you for the prompt reply. I shall look elsewhere as 11 spots out of 6 is quite...packed. However if, in the end, there should be room please consider sending me PM. I would be very intersted.
Are you still recruiting?
IF YES THEN: What is your posting expectancy with regards to frequency?
IF NO THEN: *tips hat* I'll be on my way.
In all cases thank you for your time.
IF YES THEN: What is your posting expectancy with regards to frequency?
IF NO THEN: *tips hat* I'll be on my way.
In all cases thank you for your time.
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No worries. Real life always comes first.
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@shadowefil...no pressure...just post when you can. I left it so you can have your character run with us...without providing any details so feel free to fill those in.
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Brisa was shaken, literally, from her fear induced trance when Argurios grabbed her. She recognized the spell effect...though it was not one she was familiar with she knew the feel of magic now that she was free of it. That it hit them without any visible source worried her. She prayed to Mystra that the caster was merely hiding because the range of the spell directly correlated to the strength of the caster. The farther away they were the stronger they were, and Brisa worried that they were far stronger than even Autry had been. She didn't realize the difference between divine and arcane magicks; she had not reached that point in her studies; and thus didn't realize some of the things she thought she knew about magic did not hold true for priests. She often had little focus for non-magical things...but magic...she could focus on magic. So her thoughts whirled about trying to place what had happened to them, and what it meant, among other things. She was concentrating on the “magic of the thing” despite the fact that she was being manhandled as if she weight little more than a doll.
All this she thought through while Argurios bodily lifted her. She managed to squeak out “come on” to the others, in a rather startled voice, before she was hoisted into the air and plunked on Argurios' shoulder. She was surprised when she realized Argurios was carrying her on his shoulder. She was also thankful, last time he had grabbed her and ran she had lost him. It was luck, Mystra's guidance, or something like that helped her find him again. It would be foolish to rely on such a positive fate again.
Brisa hung on tightly as they ran, fearing to get tumbled, separated, and alone. They were in far greater danger now than they were earlier with the midnight bandit attack. This attack had magic behind it. Brisa was terrified but didn't want to let it show. Instead she hung on tight to her friend with one hand, and her precious satchel with her other. She was no great runner, but they had found themselves needing to run on more than one occasion. She would just have to learn to keep up with Argurios, he couldn't be expected to carry her all the time and she was terrified of loosing him.
\She saw Aiden running beside them, but she couldn't see if Jatan was on the far side., behind, or what. She hoped he was...she still had things to ask him and now there was no way she could ask anyone else. On the other hand if they ran they were leaving town, and not looking back. This was Jatan's home, he may have chosen to hide and wait out the trouble rather than throw his lot in with three strangers.
Suddenly the air was filled with very loud, very solid sounding “thump” noises; four in quick succession. As Brisa looked around for the source she saw black clouds of smoke billowing into the sky. Thick and greasy looking they came from four different corners of the town. Whatever had caused it it was a blessing for the harried children. This would give them a few precious moments to escape, moments when everyone would be distracted by the fires...or whatever they were.
The Gray Man's chances of getting away from the trouble he had caused were not good. He had known that going in. But the chances of the children getting away had just increased ten fold and he was one of the few people in this world who realized the importance of the small travelers. There was not much hope to be had as the evil god spread his shadow over this corner of Faerun but what there was was largerly resting of the shoulders of the children. Hope was a thing worth sacrificing one's self for.
The fires served their purpose, townsfolk and enforcers alike raced to the four points. Fires in a town where the buildings were so close together were a serious threat. A fire could wipe out half the town before it got under control. The town practiced bucket brigades and fire drills just to help combat this and arson was punished on the same level as murder. The town burning down was good for no one, including the dark god. The enforcers and the priests would help protect it...they needed it as much as the non-affected townsfolk. Fortunately the river ran through town and water was plentiful.
All this she thought through while Argurios bodily lifted her. She managed to squeak out “come on” to the others, in a rather startled voice, before she was hoisted into the air and plunked on Argurios' shoulder. She was surprised when she realized Argurios was carrying her on his shoulder. She was also thankful, last time he had grabbed her and ran she had lost him. It was luck, Mystra's guidance, or something like that helped her find him again. It would be foolish to rely on such a positive fate again.
Brisa hung on tightly as they ran, fearing to get tumbled, separated, and alone. They were in far greater danger now than they were earlier with the midnight bandit attack. This attack had magic behind it. Brisa was terrified but didn't want to let it show. Instead she hung on tight to her friend with one hand, and her precious satchel with her other. She was no great runner, but they had found themselves needing to run on more than one occasion. She would just have to learn to keep up with Argurios, he couldn't be expected to carry her all the time and she was terrified of loosing him.
\She saw Aiden running beside them, but she couldn't see if Jatan was on the far side., behind, or what. She hoped he was...she still had things to ask him and now there was no way she could ask anyone else. On the other hand if they ran they were leaving town, and not looking back. This was Jatan's home, he may have chosen to hide and wait out the trouble rather than throw his lot in with three strangers.
Suddenly the air was filled with very loud, very solid sounding “thump” noises; four in quick succession. As Brisa looked around for the source she saw black clouds of smoke billowing into the sky. Thick and greasy looking they came from four different corners of the town. Whatever had caused it it was a blessing for the harried children. This would give them a few precious moments to escape, moments when everyone would be distracted by the fires...or whatever they were.
The Gray Man's chances of getting away from the trouble he had caused were not good. He had known that going in. But the chances of the children getting away had just increased ten fold and he was one of the few people in this world who realized the importance of the small travelers. There was not much hope to be had as the evil god spread his shadow over this corner of Faerun but what there was was largerly resting of the shoulders of the children. Hope was a thing worth sacrificing one's self for.
The fires served their purpose, townsfolk and enforcers alike raced to the four points. Fires in a town where the buildings were so close together were a serious threat. A fire could wipe out half the town before it got under control. The town practiced bucket brigades and fire drills just to help combat this and arson was punished on the same level as murder. The town burning down was good for no one, including the dark god. The enforcers and the priests would help protect it...they needed it as much as the non-affected townsfolk. Fortunately the river ran through town and water was plentiful.
well it seems this thread is a no-go. Please Sweet Cin if you decide to start it up again would you PM me. I don't often look through the interest checks and I'd hate to miss it. It was easily one of the ones I most looked foward to writing for.
Selena lay in the dark hotel room, tired to the bone, staring at the ceiling. It had been a long day; she had traveled here for a work conference and decided to go to a kingdom banquet after the conference. Stupid idea. The previous day had been spent on various planes, all freaking day. The next day was the confrence and the banquet. It meant she had to be awake and alert to listen to the lectures and then she had to go home, change, spend an hour dressing and dealing with her hair, and then stand around during court. She had forgotten how tedious court was on the mainland. Finally she had a chance to eat, but once again ettiquette was so intense she had to be always alert for fear of making an error. She was reminded more than ever why some barony's were less desirable than others.
Now she was one aching muscle; so tired she couldn't actually sleep. She eyed her court clothing hanging over the door. It would have to be cleaned and there were some mends she needed to make, a few alterations. She had a kit with her she could do that and watch TV. Maybe the tedium would help her relax so she could sleep.
She flipped on the TV: Nick at Nite. Very boring. Very perfect. She tossed back three Advil, she never traveled without a veritable pharmacy of pain relievers...getting old had its consequences. She was soon lost in the complicated hand stitching required to keep her costume in perfect condition. It took her some time to realize that the TV, even though on, was blank. The screen was empty.
She frowned and flipped the channels looking for something else. It was news that caught her eye and ear. She stopped and stared, not really believing what she was seeing. She frowned as she heard people slamming doors upstairs, followed by raised voices and running footsteps. She couldn’t catch what they were saying but the tension was contagious. Little by little the sounds increased as more and more of the hotel guests followed suit.
Selena didn’t believe what she saw, what she heard, but she couldn't stop herself from stuffing her stuff into her suitcase. She convinced herself that she was just doing it now to save time in the morning, but in truth she hadn't planned to check out until noon, which left plenty of time for packing in the morning. She was pretty good at lying to herself though so she kept at it and packed everyting up. That done she sat on the edge of her bed, uncomfortable and edgy.
The buzzing on the bedside table spurred her to action. Check the phone. That would give her something to focus on. The simple text message shook her far more than the TV broadcast had. She quickly dressed, shrugging on jeans, tossing a t-shirt that read “stand back! I'm going to try science”, shoved her feet (sans socks) into her sneakers, and yanked her long black hair up into a pony tail. She shoved her phone in her pocket, grabbed her bags, and left.
By now the hotel was weirdly empty. It was eerie, like haunted house eerie, and Selena quickened her pace. She found her rental car untouched and hopped in. She wasn't sure where she was going...the airport maybe? She had to fly out tomorrow. Didn't she?
She felt overwhelmed. She wasn't sure what she was doing, she just didn't feel she should do nothing. Something made her pull her long dagger into the seat next to her. Normally it was just for form, part of her costume, but it was a live weapon and she could use it with some skill.
“Ah hell” she muttered under her breath and turned around and reached for the rest of her weaponry pulling it all into the front seat beside her.
She still had not turned on the engine, though she knew she ought to. She just felt so lost...like trying to solve an equation full of variables but all the conditions were unknown. There were simply too many possible answers. She grabbed an apple, one of her 'on the plane' snacks and started munching on it as she tried to think through this logically. She would have said she was being stupid, except that so was everyone else. That was nothing new but she felt like they all knew something she didn't. It was not a comfortable feeling and the only thing she could think to do was leave.
With a sigh she tossed the core out the window, rolled up the windows, locked the doors, and drove off. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she was heading generally towards the airport.
Now she was one aching muscle; so tired she couldn't actually sleep. She eyed her court clothing hanging over the door. It would have to be cleaned and there were some mends she needed to make, a few alterations. She had a kit with her she could do that and watch TV. Maybe the tedium would help her relax so she could sleep.
She flipped on the TV: Nick at Nite. Very boring. Very perfect. She tossed back three Advil, she never traveled without a veritable pharmacy of pain relievers...getting old had its consequences. She was soon lost in the complicated hand stitching required to keep her costume in perfect condition. It took her some time to realize that the TV, even though on, was blank. The screen was empty.
She frowned and flipped the channels looking for something else. It was news that caught her eye and ear. She stopped and stared, not really believing what she was seeing. She frowned as she heard people slamming doors upstairs, followed by raised voices and running footsteps. She couldn’t catch what they were saying but the tension was contagious. Little by little the sounds increased as more and more of the hotel guests followed suit.
Selena didn’t believe what she saw, what she heard, but she couldn't stop herself from stuffing her stuff into her suitcase. She convinced herself that she was just doing it now to save time in the morning, but in truth she hadn't planned to check out until noon, which left plenty of time for packing in the morning. She was pretty good at lying to herself though so she kept at it and packed everyting up. That done she sat on the edge of her bed, uncomfortable and edgy.
The buzzing on the bedside table spurred her to action. Check the phone. That would give her something to focus on. The simple text message shook her far more than the TV broadcast had. She quickly dressed, shrugging on jeans, tossing a t-shirt that read “stand back! I'm going to try science”, shoved her feet (sans socks) into her sneakers, and yanked her long black hair up into a pony tail. She shoved her phone in her pocket, grabbed her bags, and left.
By now the hotel was weirdly empty. It was eerie, like haunted house eerie, and Selena quickened her pace. She found her rental car untouched and hopped in. She wasn't sure where she was going...the airport maybe? She had to fly out tomorrow. Didn't she?
She felt overwhelmed. She wasn't sure what she was doing, she just didn't feel she should do nothing. Something made her pull her long dagger into the seat next to her. Normally it was just for form, part of her costume, but it was a live weapon and she could use it with some skill.
“Ah hell” she muttered under her breath and turned around and reached for the rest of her weaponry pulling it all into the front seat beside her.
She still had not turned on the engine, though she knew she ought to. She just felt so lost...like trying to solve an equation full of variables but all the conditions were unknown. There were simply too many possible answers. She grabbed an apple, one of her 'on the plane' snacks and started munching on it as she tried to think through this logically. She would have said she was being stupid, except that so was everyone else. That was nothing new but she felt like they all knew something she didn't. It was not a comfortable feeling and the only thing she could think to do was leave.
With a sigh she tossed the core out the window, rolled up the windows, locked the doors, and drove off. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she was heading generally towards the airport.
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np then Jollan.
And yes Bing the Wing, by all means if you don't mind the slow moving nature of the RP we'd love another player. We all have real life lives and so allowances are made for that. (as in we can't post daily).
And yes Bing the Wing, by all means if you don't mind the slow moving nature of the RP we'd love another player. We all have real life lives and so allowances are made for that. (as in we can't post daily).
my vote counts for nothing but I'd go for lit professor (I don't want to be the only scholar). Otherwise a grizzled -old- veteran could be cool...everyone is pretty young and that would balance nicely. That being said my post should be up this evening or tomorrow morning.
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