@Ceta de Cloyes He uh... He might be a bit disturbed...
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It's Fine But...
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I just think it's funny how
all the people I used to know
that'd say things like
"I wish I lived in
more interesting times"
are awfully fucking quiet now.
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I just think it's funny how
all the people I used to know
that'd say things like
"I wish I lived in
more interesting times"
are awfully fucking quiet now.
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@Ceta de Cloyes Pff.
I have a sort of idea planned for how I want Gren's character to develop. I know that he's greedy and I also know that with the inevitable amount of fighting going on in this book Gren is going to start relishing bloodshed more and more. Dunno where I want these two traits to lead him though.
Grendel Kirk
So the cabin. That was something. Grendel had been all over the lands surrounding Mashal, and never before had he seen this cabin. Not once. It was highly suspicious, and it led Gren to believe that there was something unnatural going on here. He was not a superstitious person by any means, never was. So unnatural meant magical. Magic meant money. Money meant no more getting half drowned in a mud puddle in the middle of a rain storm, or going days at a time without eating. Money meant warm, cozy fires and soft, comfortable beds. Money meant food, all that Grendel could desire. He could replace the too large glass eye that made his socket ache with something fancy and jeweled. He would be the envy of the town! Gren just needed to take whatever was in that building. He could feel it. Calling to him.
Certainly something magical was worth a great deal of money.
There was certainly something in that house.
And Grendel Kirk wanted it all.
Gren began to descend down the hill towards the first pond in a slow, methodical way. He felt as if some great puppet master in the sky was pulling him along, guiding him by invisible strings. He began to wade into the first pond, determined. The fires of his hope burned brighter than a sun. How Gren hoped.
He could feel the treasure ahead pulling him forward.
Gren could feel the tug.
So turns out the character I had in mind is way too much of a chaotic and evil villainous sort of guy to use in this RP, so I shall set to work on something else!
EDIT: I lied, can we make our characters be criminals? If not, then I probably lied about lying.
EDIT: I lied, can we make our characters be criminals? If not, then I probably lied about lying.
@Ceta de Cloyes I'll just let you move things along or wait or whatever, Gren doesn't really have much to say.
Gren would probably confess. Maybe.
@Gisk Gren is a reflection of me IRL so I'm having him do whatever I'd do in the given situations. Don't worry, Alph doesn't have to write a song about it.
@Ceta de Cloyes Well I just figured as if Gren didn't already have enough reasons to leave the village behind once they find the eggs, now here's one more.
I am resurrect.
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