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Call me: Asuras
I like: Urban Fantasy, High Fantasy, Anime Aesthetics
I play: Anything. Mostly women.
I have a long history of GM'ing, perhaps even more than playing. I like art, and I commission a lot. D&D is my life right now.
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Could I get whitelisted? Username is ZOMGodzilla.
ERode said so much safer than shooting off projectiles that might miss!
Evidently you're not using enough projectiles.
As am I. Fell I'm working on the initial collab write-up. I'll send you a PM with the link once it's done.
If the entrance is the front, then from the encampment's left side.
Vialesa found herself skirting alongside the wooden fence of the encampment, eyes peering out into the shade in watch for the unknown entities. So to did she intend not to startle the occupants of the camp, keeping her feet light upon the ground even as they trudged upon endless vegetation. For a moment, she debated whether or not simply knocking on the front door was a feasible approach; it was unlikely the entities were smart or courteous enough to do the same, so the occupants probably would lower their guard upon hearing a gentle knock.
At the same time, she was still a stranger to them, and the idea of opening their doors to some girl bearing a weapon wasn't a one-hundred percent guarantee. The only other option then, to find solace inside their walls, was to hop the fence and hunker down somewhere within. If they were making a campsite just outside the place, then it would be strange if this place belonged to them in any way. The encampment was not theirs, and she could potentially portray herself as someone who had taken refuge inside prior to their arrival.
If the occupants didn't open up, she still wanted a safe place in the night away from the rotted entities that patrolled unseen. Vialesa opted to hop the fence, and attempted to climb it as best she could. If it failed, then knocking was her only option.
At the same time, she was still a stranger to them, and the idea of opening their doors to some girl bearing a weapon wasn't a one-hundred percent guarantee. The only other option then, to find solace inside their walls, was to hop the fence and hunker down somewhere within. If they were making a campsite just outside the place, then it would be strange if this place belonged to them in any way. The encampment was not theirs, and she could potentially portray herself as someone who had taken refuge inside prior to their arrival.
If the occupants didn't open up, she still wanted a safe place in the night away from the rotted entities that patrolled unseen. Vialesa opted to hop the fence, and attempted to climb it as best she could. If it failed, then knocking was her only option.
The smell killed it, Vialesa thought to herself. She might have laughed at the unintentional joke in her head, but such abilities were beyond her at the time, danger present or not. She gripped her sword tighter as she took a few more careful steps towards the campsite. She highly doubted anyone would make a camp right beside a rotting pile of trash-ridden corpses, and so she could only deduce something much more sinister had come upon the travelers. Someone hunched over by the fire, and she could hear the sound of horses riding upon the Earth away from the campsite.
Before she could actually make it to the camp and ask the hunched individual if they were in trouble, he and the other obscured figures in the area broke off into a strange run towards the path the horses she heard had taken. Vialesa stopped about the campsite and surveyed it. A few items were left there unattended, and so she deduced that the occupants had little time to gather their belongings before they ran off into the hills. The fetid smell lingered, but it was less foul as the time passed. Whatever had brought it there had left, clearly. Her gaze wandered over in the direction of the retreating party's direction. Worst case scenario, the foul entities had followed the travelers into the darkness beyond. If she charged in the very same way, she might find herself staring at the backsides of that which was chasing them. They had horses, and she didn't. If anything, coming upon them would only cause her to become the new target.
She doubted she could outrun the entities if they were bold enough to chase horses. Vialesa took a less direct route then, breaking off of the direct path and instead moving parallel to it several dozen feet away. The way the strangers had taken lead to another much larger campsite she could see down the hills. She could approach it from another direction, if it was indeed the location the travelers followed. Otherwise, she would simply move on and make her way to the town initially sought after.
Before she could actually make it to the camp and ask the hunched individual if they were in trouble, he and the other obscured figures in the area broke off into a strange run towards the path the horses she heard had taken. Vialesa stopped about the campsite and surveyed it. A few items were left there unattended, and so she deduced that the occupants had little time to gather their belongings before they ran off into the hills. The fetid smell lingered, but it was less foul as the time passed. Whatever had brought it there had left, clearly. Her gaze wandered over in the direction of the retreating party's direction. Worst case scenario, the foul entities had followed the travelers into the darkness beyond. If she charged in the very same way, she might find herself staring at the backsides of that which was chasing them. They had horses, and she didn't. If anything, coming upon them would only cause her to become the new target.
She doubted she could outrun the entities if they were bold enough to chase horses. Vialesa took a less direct route then, breaking off of the direct path and instead moving parallel to it several dozen feet away. The way the strangers had taken lead to another much larger campsite she could see down the hills. She could approach it from another direction, if it was indeed the location the travelers followed. Otherwise, she would simply move on and make her way to the town initially sought after.
Despite not being able to post for a couple days, Vialesa isn't dead and/or left behind completely. What wonderful news.
If it isn't clear enough, I've still found smaller windows of time to pay much attention to RpG. I'll see if I can't make myself available tomorrow night, to finally do something again with everyone and start Fell's collab.
And because I feel bad, I'm staying up for a bit longer to collab with anyone who's around currently/reply to other collabs.
And because I feel bad, I'm staying up for a bit longer to collab with anyone who's around currently/reply to other collabs.
Unless my friends pull me away tonight, I'll be available. I'm also currently free, but I gotta do a couple chores beforehand.
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