Cerius
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If I were to join as a prince, could someone give me a heads up on the current plot and an idea of where I could fit in?
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested in joining in. Any places left?
I'll get a CS up when I have time to make a good one.
This RP looks very interesting. I've got a talent for writing horror and mystery, so maybe I can incorporate some of that into this. I'm guessing there are spaces left?
Apologies if my first post was a little short.
The recoil of the bow's string was a satisfying twang as the arrow shaft was released. Rolan's aim was true - the arrow buried itself in the heart of the rather twisted humanoid running at the wall of the castle. That was just one of them. A large, oblong mass of them was rushing at the walls, siege ladders waving and war cries sounding, as more and more clambered up onto the battlements and hacked down nearby foot soldiers and archers. The sounds of battle were fierce and unrelenting.
Rolan swung back to easily dodge a swing of a lethal, spiked mace his way, and retreated further down the battlements to give himself time to sling his bow and draw a medium-sized, vicious-looking axe from his belt. The barbarian giving him chase bellowed and swung wildly at Rolan once again, a manoeuvre he easily outwitted with a quick sidestep and a slash at the hulking man's thick neck. His axe buried itself in the soft flesh, but Rolan wasn't taking any chances. With his free hand, he drew a knife from his belt and deftly plunged it into his victim's chest, finishing him for good. The bloodied barbarian fell backwards; Rolan sheathed his knife and sprinted up the battlements towards one of the castle towers, fresh blood flying from his flexible leather tunic. The tower was leaking.
Rolan swung back to easily dodge a swing of a lethal, spiked mace his way, and retreated further down the battlements to give himself time to sling his bow and draw a medium-sized, vicious-looking axe from his belt. The barbarian giving him chase bellowed and swung wildly at Rolan once again, a manoeuvre he easily outwitted with a quick sidestep and a slash at the hulking man's thick neck. His axe buried itself in the soft flesh, but Rolan wasn't taking any chances. With his free hand, he drew a knife from his belt and deftly plunged it into his victim's chest, finishing him for good. The bloodied barbarian fell backwards; Rolan sheathed his knife and sprinted up the battlements towards one of the castle towers, fresh blood flying from his flexible leather tunic. The tower was leaking.
Any places still left?
Any places left?
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