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University Student/Professional Red Solo Cup Holder
Philosophy and Anthropology double major with a minor in Classics (Cause I don't want to have any useful skills)
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I'm in the same boat as Dark, I might be able to post some time late this week, but in 2 weeks time I'll be around much more frequently.
FrozenEcstasy said
NO!Collabs are frikking hard enough for me as is. My life is busy and I don't have time for megacollabs.
Yeah, I'd just get left in the dust or you'd all have to wait for me to be able to write and neither of those options are appealing...
The scene which was quickly unfolding before Charon’s eyes was an interesting one to say the least. How could the champions of the gods be so foolish, he wondered. Fawning over an Alunei, rushing almost like puppy dogs to lick her wounds for her. Picking fights with each other when it should be clear to each and every gathered soul: from this day forward all of their fates have been intertwined. Squabbling is pointless, as even though they may argue how it should be walked, the path laid before each chosen creature leads in but one direction. Caught up in the little picture, such as an aggressive Orc, one fails to see the grand scheme where soon it shall stand upon the corpses of the party’s enemies.
At least the meaningless commotion had distracted from the Keeper’s overly flashy entrance, though it seemed to have bothered the goblin. Charon contemplated an apology but it would seem out of place considering the circumstances… Besides the goblin, only the young Naeri man seemed to pay him any mind. The Keeper nodded to him in acknowledgement of his smile, but otherwise this was how he preferred things to be, only contributing when it’s necessary. Charon had always found it hard to maintain interactions with people, they always seemed so fake and meaningless in the end. Besides, he was here to make sure the cycle of life did not fall apart, making friends was not a priority. For now at least, the crystal-flecked warrior was content to observe; surely there was a lot to take in.
First the Farrg, who appeared to be the only one of them that knew anything substantial already, began his ascent into the bright blue light. Next appeared the seven gods, and their explanation of the group’s task. It all seemed to be going well enough until the Necromancer arrived. His words could not deter the steadfast will of the Keeper however, though the powerful shockwave was another story altogether. Throwing his arms up in front of him did little to protect the lightly armored man against the shards of rock, which battered against him. Leaping backwards, and traveling with the flow of energy allowed him to maintain his balance and let him land on his feet, instead of the ground like many of his companions. Yet before he could even draw his blade, the Orc had thrown his axe and the Necromancer disappeared. Of course. It wouldn’t do to have the story end already; the twisting threads of fate worked in a much grander scheme.
Putting a hand to his face, Charon felt warm, sticky blood on the tips of his fingers from a deep gash alongside his right cheek. “Damn…” The Keeper muttered to himself, “I’ve already got enough scars as it is.” The wound stung badly, but at least it would not hinder him as long as it didn’t become infected. Maybe later he would have to ask the Alunei for some herbs…
“Will someone get this damned pony off me!” A voice called out, returning the Keeper’s thoughts to the present. Brushing off the dust from his robes, Charon looked around for the source of the request. “Not you, shoo Sir Birdsley!” Cried the dwarf, stuck under the weight of his pony.
“It seems you’ve landed yourself in quite the predicament.” Charon said, a little rare humor breaking into his tone as he stepped over towards the small pile of creatures. “Here we go, I’ll lift and you push. Together now, 1, 2, 3!”
At least the meaningless commotion had distracted from the Keeper’s overly flashy entrance, though it seemed to have bothered the goblin. Charon contemplated an apology but it would seem out of place considering the circumstances… Besides the goblin, only the young Naeri man seemed to pay him any mind. The Keeper nodded to him in acknowledgement of his smile, but otherwise this was how he preferred things to be, only contributing when it’s necessary. Charon had always found it hard to maintain interactions with people, they always seemed so fake and meaningless in the end. Besides, he was here to make sure the cycle of life did not fall apart, making friends was not a priority. For now at least, the crystal-flecked warrior was content to observe; surely there was a lot to take in.
First the Farrg, who appeared to be the only one of them that knew anything substantial already, began his ascent into the bright blue light. Next appeared the seven gods, and their explanation of the group’s task. It all seemed to be going well enough until the Necromancer arrived. His words could not deter the steadfast will of the Keeper however, though the powerful shockwave was another story altogether. Throwing his arms up in front of him did little to protect the lightly armored man against the shards of rock, which battered against him. Leaping backwards, and traveling with the flow of energy allowed him to maintain his balance and let him land on his feet, instead of the ground like many of his companions. Yet before he could even draw his blade, the Orc had thrown his axe and the Necromancer disappeared. Of course. It wouldn’t do to have the story end already; the twisting threads of fate worked in a much grander scheme.
Putting a hand to his face, Charon felt warm, sticky blood on the tips of his fingers from a deep gash alongside his right cheek. “Damn…” The Keeper muttered to himself, “I’ve already got enough scars as it is.” The wound stung badly, but at least it would not hinder him as long as it didn’t become infected. Maybe later he would have to ask the Alunei for some herbs…
“Will someone get this damned pony off me!” A voice called out, returning the Keeper’s thoughts to the present. Brushing off the dust from his robes, Charon looked around for the source of the request. “Not you, shoo Sir Birdsley!” Cried the dwarf, stuck under the weight of his pony.
“It seems you’ve landed yourself in quite the predicament.” Charon said, a little rare humor breaking into his tone as he stepped over towards the small pile of creatures. “Here we go, I’ll lift and you push. Together now, 1, 2, 3!”
Don't worry, Charon is already planning to help our dwarven friend out.
Veridis Quo said
Regardless of what they are, I could use some sort of savage group attacking us right now. Preferably something humanoid.Goblins fit the bill perfectly, but it could also be orcs. Anything that would attack us in packs without being too intelligent about it would work.
Goblins in this world don't fit the bill, perhaps Kobolds?
Darkmatter said
I was only expecting a 1-3 posts per week sort of speed so I'm doing my best to rearrange my schedule to find time for this
I feel you, this is waaaaayyy faster than I expected. I'm just glad to have a quiet character.
NewSun said
Are you guys literally fighting about character orientation? Boy, i'm glad this RP isn't in arena.
And this is what we get when a metric fuckton of characters are confined to a small stone circle and left for a few days...
I've been struggling recently to find the motivation to write anything, and what has been coming to me hasn't really been that great either. I've got a post up though, I guess it'll have to do.
Ascending rapidly through the whirlwind, the Keeper was pulled higher and higher into the sky. As his body reached up into the clouds, the vortex began to disperse around him, leaving Charon suspended in the cloud. “Chosen Keeper, behold. It is I, Tintrayach, God of the Storms and wearer of many faces. What you see in me is the reflection of your steadfast calm; it is the Eye. Wise and humbled warrior, I have called upon you for a task of great importance.” The cloud dispersed from around the Keeper, revealing a new scene unfolding down on the earth below. They certainly weren’t in Fuaere anymore…
On the ground Charon could see various figures gathered in what he could only assume to be the Plains of Origin. “This way. Over here now, come now this way.” A new voice called, reaching up into the heavens to the Keepers ears. Looking around from this vantage point, Charon located the source of the call, a figure standing among a circle of stones.
“I do not have time to explain further, soon you will be late. Until next we meet, Keeper.” Somehow, Charon had kept calm this whole time, despite everything had happening so fast. Moments ago he had been planning his escape from a hostile town, and now he was floating above the plains speaking to a god…
“I accept this task, oh God of Storms, may your teachings give me the strength to uphold the Great Compassion. Having woken up within the dream, my duty is clear and I shall follow it until I meet my own end.” Charon finally spoke, “I have but one question: how do I get down?”
“The fastest way I know.” Tintrayach replied, the stormy side of his split-personalities seeping back in. “Goodbye, chosen warrior farewell in your journeys!” He laughed a little mischievously. As the god spoke the cloud which had formerly surrounded Charon began to take shape again, quickly turning dark in the sky. Then, suddenly and without warning, a bolt of lightning struck, carrying the Keeper down from the sky in a flash.
Appearing amidst the stone circle, Charon looked around, “Pardon the entrance, I didn’t really have a choice.” He said, taking stock of the strange cast of characters gathered nearby.
On the ground Charon could see various figures gathered in what he could only assume to be the Plains of Origin. “This way. Over here now, come now this way.” A new voice called, reaching up into the heavens to the Keepers ears. Looking around from this vantage point, Charon located the source of the call, a figure standing among a circle of stones.
“I do not have time to explain further, soon you will be late. Until next we meet, Keeper.” Somehow, Charon had kept calm this whole time, despite everything had happening so fast. Moments ago he had been planning his escape from a hostile town, and now he was floating above the plains speaking to a god…
“I accept this task, oh God of Storms, may your teachings give me the strength to uphold the Great Compassion. Having woken up within the dream, my duty is clear and I shall follow it until I meet my own end.” Charon finally spoke, “I have but one question: how do I get down?”
“The fastest way I know.” Tintrayach replied, the stormy side of his split-personalities seeping back in. “Goodbye, chosen warrior farewell in your journeys!” He laughed a little mischievously. As the god spoke the cloud which had formerly surrounded Charon began to take shape again, quickly turning dark in the sky. Then, suddenly and without warning, a bolt of lightning struck, carrying the Keeper down from the sky in a flash.
Appearing amidst the stone circle, Charon looked around, “Pardon the entrance, I didn’t really have a choice.” He said, taking stock of the strange cast of characters gathered nearby.
Maybe in the northern islands, but the Keeper islands are cannibal free.
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