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Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Stay tune for the next developement.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Ngl, I thought there were more peasants. My reading comprehension is becoming like slop.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Herring

H E R R I N G
H E R R I N G

^{“Well, you know they say. They're bigger fish in the pond."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Herring is a former rancher who decided to start an unexpected route of life. He takes up his friend's dream of becoming a knight. Age: 20 Race: Human Nationality: Giellnalian Weapon of Choice: Whip Elemental Affinity: Ice Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Herring was any other peasant in the Kingdom of Giellnal. His family worked on a plot of land where they raised and cultivated animals and crops. While a cold land full of distrust, Herring accepted the circumstances of his life and made peace with it. He was content with spending the rest of his life tending the farm and idling away. Of course, it couldn't be that simple. There had to be outliers in Giellnal, and Herring had the displeasure of knowing one of them. Reed was everything that a Giellnalian wasn't. Upbeat, friendly, and horribly optimistic. That irritable boy took every moment that Herring had time alone. At first, Herring thought he was scheming something under that smile. That was until after a week that he found that Reed was genuine; Herring wrote him off as a nuisance. Reed never shut up about how good things were and how much he wanted to be a knight. Herring had heard from Reed that his father was a warden of great esteem and that he wanted to follow in his footsteps. Not that Herring believed any of it and pointed out the flaws of his dream. Still, they never deterred Reed from dreaming about it. Herring thought that would be the end of it. That was until they both received an invitation to join the Wardens. Herring had never seen someone so ecstatic that it almost made him smile. It quickly faded away until Reed turned around and told him to join too. He never understood Reed's obsession with becoming a warden. Why risk your life? Plenty of other people could do the job, but why did it matter that Reed had to be one to do it? Herring found it hard to dissuade his excited friend from accepting the invitation. All Herring wanted was to do the same routine. Work, eat, and close his eyes. When Herring awoke from his nap under a tree, his eyes were met with fire. A great fire had consumed his village, and for once in his life, he felt fear. All Herring could do was irrationally run towards the fire. Once he got there, he found out why it started. An angered sorcerer had decided to release their magic in a bout of anger. Many lives were taken—his family, the ranch, and more importantly. Reed had gone in to try and save people. He didn't make it out of it alive. Every day afterward was a daze. All he had left was a few personal items and his steed that he brought with him on the day of the fire. His destination? Atutania. It was the only path he had left and the only thing he could remember Reed by. The least he could do for Reed was to live his dream in his place. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lethargic ⬗ Doubtful ⬗ Inconsiderate ⬗ Curious ⬗ Critical ⬗ Melancholic A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ The whip has become natural to Herring ever since he had held it. After training it to win some easy bets, Herring's most accomplished feat was hitting a bird mid-flight with a flick of his wrist. However, he can perform several tricks with the whip, like grabbing distant objects. Herring has an affinity for horses, given that his family bred horses for the nobility. His mount, Peony, has been a loyal companion, if not a comfortable being to lay upon. As for magic, Herring has dabbled a little into it. With a magic centralized kingdom, it would be hard not to learn it, though Herring hasn't gone out of his way to train it. The most he could do was drop the temperature through physical contact, but Herring would feel unpleasant afterward.

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Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

I understand, well, I'll scrap that idea as well.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

@mickilennial

I've settled on making a sorcerer that focused on research, but I don't know what his goal will be. Are there any major problems related to magic?

Still Gotta Catch Em All (Lit. Pokemon RP | MxF | OCs)

I am fairly interested.

Iris Ascendis

We're going on a journey.

Iris Ascendis

It was heavy. It was dark.

Chunji opened his eyes to see a familiar room. With a wooden roof, the grassy smell of the outside permeates through the window. He could hear the familiar sounds of the birds chirping as he removed his blanket off of him.

He was home, yet he wasn't.

"Chunji! Breakfast is ready!"

A masculine voice immediately made Chunji step out of his bed. His mouth hurt, and the cats eyed him oddly as he walked past them. Entering the family living room, he met eyes with his shadow-faced father. He was smiling(?) as he gestured towards the table. "Eat. You have a long day ahead of you."

Chunji looked down at the table. It was a simple rice dish with vegetables. Oddly enough, the room smelled of fried eggs. "Your mother is praying right now, so don't disturb her." Chunji looked back to see that his father disappeared.

He was dreaming. It could explain the inexplicable feeling that he was having right now.

Suddenly, the door that seemed so far away became so close. Something slithered between Chunji's toes as he looked over to acknowledge it. He could hear the faint yet loud murmurs.

"Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Ahhh..."

Chunji turned away from the door. A blink and he found himself outside the door. Something wet slobbered itself on his leg. An elderly dog looked up at him expectantly.

"Mutt." Chunji simply said as he reached out to him. The dog leaned his head forward for Chunji to touch its soft fur. As soon as he did, his hand was immediately smacked away by a wooden sword.

The wooden sword clattered onto the ground as he kneeled.

"Chunji... You have to be better than this. We can't be around you all the time." Came the disapproving voice of his shadowy father.

Chunji wanted to speak, but he couldn't. The words were trapped inside and failed to struggle to escape. Still, Chunji picked up his sword and turned to face his father.

A giant serpent eyed at him.

Iris Ascendis

Chunji paid no mind to Ciara's reaction to being drugged by Otis. With her impulsive personality and profoundly injured condition, calming her down with opioids was acceptable in Chunji's eyes. Part of that was attributed to the fact that he was carrying an injured Davil in his arms. The quicker that reached the clinic, the better. Chunji pressed his lips and spoke to Ciara.

"Rest easy, Ventaura. Arillo did not lie. Opioids help ease pain by triggering the brain to release endorphins. Although you received a higher dosage compared to mine or Kyrios's, you should save your grievances for tomorrow. Now is not the time to fight, again." Hopefully, that will be enough to calm down Ciara.

Then that entered through Otis's door.

A space most unfamiliar greeted Chunji as they entered the laboratory. This place must serve as an intermediary for Otis's portals. Chunji's eyes did not wonder all too much, though, as he followed Otis's path. Partly out of respect for privacy, lack of interest, and desire to see Davil get treatment.

Chunji did little as Otis checked the other side. He wanted to ask Iraleth and Otis a question so he could adequately quell the buried emotion but now wasn't the time.

Crossing through the door, Chunji appeared through the door behind Otis. He walked up carefully with Davil in his arms. "I am back, receptionist," Chunji stated. "What my classmate said is true, and the one in my arms needs urgent care. It would be prudent to take him off my arms as I will soon collapse from hypovolemic shock, approximately in one minute, after losing at least 25% of my blood from today's events."

Despite his words, neither Chunji's body nor his words wavered in front of anyone. When Davil were to be retrieved from his arms, Chunji would inadvertently collapse like a puppet cut from its string.