"By foot Templar. Hardel is a veteran ranger of these parts. He is your guide as well as your commander, though he has informed me he will restrain from making the groups decisions." Alistair seemed to sound almost displeased by what Hardel had told him. Obviously the two men did not see eye to eye on matters as these. Alistair would have preferred Hardel to simply take command, instead of this foolishness of letting the youngsters dictate their fates. Then again the old fool only want to see what his new squire was made off on the field. Such nonsense, Alistair preferred efficiency over such trivial pursuits. This mission was too important to fail, no kingdom could withstand the stress of another war.
"Don't worry boy, I'll keep up. And no doubt keep you fed, unless you know how to hunt without attracting imps..." Hardel jested. Imps were an old fairytale from when Elves ruled, Demons were the real menace of the realms. They would appear everywhere and ruin lives, homes, anything they got their claws into. Imps was a nickname for the smaller whelps of the demon kind. Nobody liked them, not even other demons it seemed. "Vicious little bastards they are. Just don't let them get close without scaring the crap out of them, and you'll be fine." Hardel smiled at Jason and Iabor, taking out a small bottle of what looked like mead or wine and downing a swig of it. Returning the cork to the lid and tucking it back inside his clothes.
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I have been away for over 2 years, so I have glanced over this to attempt and update as of 2019.
I have been a role player for nearly 8 years now, preferring to do 1x1's. My genre's are normally fantasy/scifi in both medieval, modern and futuristic. Steam Punk is a world theme I have some experience in and have thoroughly enjoyed, however my knowledge for such a genre is limited at present.
When it comes to the rating I much prefer 18+ as the contents of many of my role plays involve violence, language and the occasional gore and even sexual content. I am quite happy to mix things up depending on your tastes and so long as it continues to work with the story I will be happy to try and incorporate anything you may wish into a plot.
About Me
Well the most commonly asked questions are quite simple for me. I am a 29 year old Male living in England, so for those living in the US you will find my reply times sporadic and perhaps even during times most sane people would be asleep. This can even happen if you are in Europe as I have a very deep passion for writing. When a role play just hooks me right I am quite capable of replying within the hour to any posts you make. I do some times need a breather and time to think over a response, so some posts may take a day or so.
I Make and prefer at least 2-3 paragraphs to build on stories. If you are at all interested in a role play just send me a PM and I will see if we can come up with a plot to work on.
Music for the Soul
I have been a role player for nearly 8 years now, preferring to do 1x1's. My genre's are normally fantasy/scifi in both medieval, modern and futuristic. Steam Punk is a world theme I have some experience in and have thoroughly enjoyed, however my knowledge for such a genre is limited at present.
When it comes to the rating I much prefer 18+ as the contents of many of my role plays involve violence, language and the occasional gore and even sexual content. I am quite happy to mix things up depending on your tastes and so long as it continues to work with the story I will be happy to try and incorporate anything you may wish into a plot.
About Me
Well the most commonly asked questions are quite simple for me. I am a 29 year old Male living in England, so for those living in the US you will find my reply times sporadic and perhaps even during times most sane people would be asleep. This can even happen if you are in Europe as I have a very deep passion for writing. When a role play just hooks me right I am quite capable of replying within the hour to any posts you make. I do some times need a breather and time to think over a response, so some posts may take a day or so.
I Make and prefer at least 2-3 paragraphs to build on stories. If you are at all interested in a role play just send me a PM and I will see if we can come up with a plot to work on.
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Practice makes perfect. I wouldn't worry too much about it Gil.
I will speak with Azriel about that.
I have to admit I'm curious to see how Guyvolks character deals with the snow. I didn't think birds like storms.
I have to admit I'm curious to see how Guyvolks character deals with the snow. I didn't think birds like storms.
"I am hear out of respect to Sir Hardel, who will be joining you on this task." Alistair said over the strong howls echoing through the stone buildings. "He will be joining you on this assignment. Evaluating your work accordingly." Alistair continued, raising his hand to the small door leading into the chamber built into the gatehouse for the guards. "If you require better cloaks the watch will be more than happy to share with you. The order is built on cooperation, but the cold cares little on how resilient you are." he paused to look at the Daemon among them. "Remember, even Daemon, while in human form, suffer just as mortals."
Hardel wandered up to Jason, leaning closer to him as he gripped the spear in his hands to balance his weight. "Now boy, we'll be continuing your training on this task. You did not think I would make things easy on you." His words sounded like a stern teachers, only the brisk smile as he walked back over to the main gate entrance showed Hardel was not as bad as he seemed. He looked out over the snow as it blew over the open plains beyond the citadel and tried to focus on the forest in the distance that formed a natural barrier between the Order and the cities of men. "Storm is losing strength. We should see only snow fall by days end."
Hardel wandered up to Jason, leaning closer to him as he gripped the spear in his hands to balance his weight. "Now boy, we'll be continuing your training on this task. You did not think I would make things easy on you." His words sounded like a stern teachers, only the brisk smile as he walked back over to the main gate entrance showed Hardel was not as bad as he seemed. He looked out over the snow as it blew over the open plains beyond the citadel and tried to focus on the forest in the distance that formed a natural barrier between the Order and the cities of men. "Storm is losing strength. We should see only snow fall by days end."
---THE NEXT MORNING---
The blizzard had set in only last night. Half the training programs had been cancelled due to the severity of the storm, but the party had to leave now if they wished to intercept the army before it reached their destination. Whatever that may be. Hardel stood with his thick furr cloak wrapped tightly over his frame, Alistair beside him wearing his robes with a simple cloak draped over them. The cold wind was stabbing at any bare flesh it could find with needles of ice. A gust swept over Hardel's face forcing the man to blink and wipe away some of the slush in his beard. "The gods seem to be trying to make thing difficult Alistair! Are you sure it is wise to send them now?"
"If we delay any longer then we will never reach them in time! Besides, Daemons do not care for most gods!"
"I was thinking more on those born of this world!" Hardel grunted and stepped back into the gate house, the howling winds were blowing through the stone building making it sound as though the entire citadel was inhabited by wailing banshees. A horrid noise to be sure. "Where are those dam students?!" Hardel spat. He had decided to accompany them for now, to see how Jason fared in real combat. Why Alistair was here to see them off too was beyond his knowledge. He had some reason to speak with them he assumed. Not that it was his business anyway.
The blizzard had set in only last night. Half the training programs had been cancelled due to the severity of the storm, but the party had to leave now if they wished to intercept the army before it reached their destination. Whatever that may be. Hardel stood with his thick furr cloak wrapped tightly over his frame, Alistair beside him wearing his robes with a simple cloak draped over them. The cold wind was stabbing at any bare flesh it could find with needles of ice. A gust swept over Hardel's face forcing the man to blink and wipe away some of the slush in his beard. "The gods seem to be trying to make thing difficult Alistair! Are you sure it is wise to send them now?"
"If we delay any longer then we will never reach them in time! Besides, Daemons do not care for most gods!"
"I was thinking more on those born of this world!" Hardel grunted and stepped back into the gate house, the howling winds were blowing through the stone building making it sound as though the entire citadel was inhabited by wailing banshees. A horrid noise to be sure. "Where are those dam students?!" Hardel spat. He had decided to accompany them for now, to see how Jason fared in real combat. Why Alistair was here to see them off too was beyond his knowledge. He had some reason to speak with them he assumed. Not that it was his business anyway.
We've lost a lot of people then... A pity but I wont hold us back any longer. If they return then great if not then they went off on other missions and never returned.
TRANSITIONING TO NEXT DAY!!
TRANSITIONING TO NEXT DAY!!
I need a roll call on who is still in this.
ASTA said
Market is already full of MMOs. Plus, long live singleplayer.
Fully agree. I tired ESO at a friends house and, for me at least, it was a horrible game.
I do like dark stories but I'm a bit of a woose and prefer them to have somekind of "good" ending.
Sounds like a pretty dark story. You get the sort of idea for Hardel is going to be though by the sounds of it. He failed his son which lead to his dead. Hardel has been a recluse ever since until now.
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