BurningCold

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

Did this suddenly go quiet because everyone is in the skype chat?

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

I vote go back to the village just for funzies.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Grendel Kirk

Gren entered the room, narrowing his eyes slightly at the strange colored stones before him. So this is where the tugging was coming from. It was almost unbearable now. He approached the most attractive looking stone he could find. Purple and black swirls coated the egg, with flecks of brilliant gold spread throughout. "This is beautiful," He whispered under his breath. "How much is this thing worth?"

That was when it exploded.

Grendel stared at the creature below him, shock etched onto his face. So the stone was not a stone. The stone was an egg. The egg had a dragon inside of it. This was a dragon egg. Dragon egg. Wait wait wait wait. This was amazing! This was going to be his path to success! Dragons only hatched for their chosen riders, this Gren knew very well! He began to extend his hands towards the small creature, who butted it's head up to meet it. There was a flash of bright pain, which then quickly subsided. Close inspection of his hand revealed a strange silver scar. A mark that Gren would come to know as the symbol of the rider, the Gedwëy ignasia.

He began to look around the room now, noticing similar creatures surrounding his friends. So... "Are we going to be dragon riders now? This is amazing! The four of us with dragons!? We'd be all powerful! We could have riches and respect that a poor Mashal villager could only dream of!"

Gren stood up now, his small dragon cradled in his arms. He scanned the faces of his companions with his one eye, a frenzied grin on his face. This was more than he could ever have possibly hoped for! Him, a dragon rider?! And the other eggs! He could get rich auctioning those off to the highest bidder! Grendel eyed the remaining eggs greedily, completely glazing over the dead person in the room with them. Those were going to be his eggs. Wait, dead body? Gren set his dragon down carefully and began to search it for anything valuable or useful.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Grendel Kirk

Gren began to practically shake with excitement the moment Alphonse discovered the strange wall. So there was something more to this dingy old shack after all! Visions of grandeur and opulence began to fill Gren's head once more. Then Gale came again with his axe. Gren quickly snatched up the torch he had been holding out, and took a single eager step into the stairwell.

"The letter said there was treasure."

"Treasure? That settles it then! To hell with treason and the Empire! I'm going in!" Grendel began to descend, but stopped, uncertainty crossing his features for a brief moment as he turned his head back round. "Are you guys going to come?" Whatever lay ahead, it simply didn't feel right to go alone. He wouldn't be out here without Gale, Alphonse was the one who discovered the passage, and Demund... Demund's family had always been kind to him. Kindness that perhaps Gren didn't deserve. "We... Should go together, maybe?" He sounded anxious, and slight irritation was present in his voice too. That damnable tug was only getting stronger.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Grendel Kirk

Gren stared longingly at the door. His future lay within, all he needed to do- CRACK! Gale's treatment of the opposing door snapped Gren out of his reverie rather quickly. The tug was still there, however. He entered into the cabin cautiously- magic also meant danger. Before him lay broken furniture and the meager possessions of someone who clearly wasn't very wealthy.

Disappointed, Gren stared at the desk. "So that's it? A coin purse and a letter?" Grendel deflated like a balloon. He suddenly looked very very tired. He was such a fool. "Gale, what's the letter say?" It's not like things could get any worse than they already were. Maybe whoever was here left something at least interesting to read, if not valuable. But the tug. What was he still feeling that bloody tug for? This place was barren, clearly. Unless there was more magic involved? Some sort of... cloaking spell? Grendel hadn't the slightest clue.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

@Awesomoman64 Maybe he'll ride the line for as long as he can before having to make a choice. Anyways, does anyone else have any general idea of how they'd like their character to develop?

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

@Cynder Make them all S.P.A.M. sized! :D

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

Damn bots.

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

This is turning out to be quite the ensemble we've amassed here. I hope the bots are prepared for this.

The World of Blood Compact

Mattias shifted his position slightly, so that wrapping his hands around that pompous bastard's throat and snapping his neck would take a second less to perform. He wasn't nervous at all anymore, just pissed. Some people didn't deserve to be walking around. Mattias hated Jones' type. "What about me? What kind of dirt do you have on me? I don't exist. See, the way I see it, I could just kill you right now before you could dial 9-1-fucking-1. You know what? Fuck it." And with that, Mattias punched Mister Jones so hard in the neck that it shattered upon impact, killing the man instantly.

...........................

At least that's how it played out in Mattias' head. Instead, he grumbled a little and blew a ring of smoke into Jones' face.

That'll show him.