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6 yrs ago
Current What kind of pet dinosaur would a dragon have?
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8 yrs ago
I just found out that most of the other wolf species in north america were actually coywolves, or close enough to it. What the heck!?
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8 yrs ago
Why yes, I'm a wolf. Why do you ask?
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9 yrs ago
What's on my mind? Food, I guess.
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"Only friend?" Richard said, startled enough to drop the ball in his hand. He had no idea he was going to be put in such a compromising situation. They had only just met, and she already considered him a friend? Richard was just getting around to knowing her as the girl with blue hair! Were other people usually this friendly?

"Uh, well..." he began while picking up his dropped ball, unsure of himself. What does anyone say to something like that? he thought to himself. His mouth, however, seemed to act on its own. "I'm glad that I can be your friend. Am I really the only one? There has to be someone else." The thought hadn't actually crossed his mind until he said it out loud. Who else did she know besides him? It was an interesting mystery.

As they talked, Richard realized just how late it really was. "It's getting late," he said bluntly. "I should probably be looking for a hotel." With these words, he gave away a tiny bit of regret. He had actually enjoyed chatting with her, though he still didn't know much about her. Maybe he'd meet her again tomorrow. "It was nice meeting you, Caelyn. Enjoy the rest of the festival."

With that, headed off on his own to find somewhere to sleep. Hopefully, he could find somewhere cheap enough for what little money he had. At least the thoughts of his own situation was being pushed away by worrying about where to sleep.
It took a few seconds for him to get the hint. As Caelyn's cheeks turned a rosy red, he could see that there might be a motive behind her words. It was Richard's turn to turn red. Is she hitting on me? he wondered to himself. I don't even know who she is, and she's hitting on me of all people?

At the same time, he wasn't exactly going to say no. Even though they had just met, he found her... interesting. It was the sort of interesting that made him want to kniw more about her. But wait! he suddenly remembered, There are people trying to kill me! What if they find me while I'm in the middle of showing her around? For all he knew, they could be looking for him right now. Of he stayed at the festival, he would be sitting right where they could find him. Then again, if he ran for it, he would be alone between towns where anyone or anything could find him. There was no right way he could see out of this. His life was on the line, and she wants him to show her around?

Richard froze for a few seconds before finally giving his answer. "I-I guess we could look at a few stands..." he said. His voice trailed off as if he wasn't sure about what he was saying - and he wasn't. Despite everything that was happening, he was going to do nothing about it and even try to forget about it by hanging out with this Caelyn person. At least he wouldn't be sitting around, panicking. Pointing towards a stand not too far away, he forced himself to speak. "Why don't we look over there?"
The appearance of the strange blue haired girl was just another event on a growing list of strange happenings that day. Richard almost wasn't surprised at being bombarded with questions from seemingly nowhere.

"Are you alright?" she asked, "What happened here? Do you need any medical assistance?"

Richard could only manage to slip in a "No" while she checked him over for injuries. "I'm fine. There are others over-"

His train of thought crashed when she started to dust him off. Who in the world dusts off random strangers!? he wondered. Actually, a better question had formed in his head.

"Who are you?" he asked, failing to hide his lingering surprise.

"Sorry for all the questions. Mah name is Caelyn." She extended her hand in friendship.

It seemed that she really was trying to be friendly, and her enthusiasm was easily winning him over. The only appropriate thing for him to do was to shake her outstretched hand "My name is Richard," he replied, "It's nice to meet you. I hope you weren't caught up in all of this here."
Richard had never exected anything like this to happen. Instead of enjoying a meal and planning his next move, he was suddenly dragged along by the arm by Kest to chase after Veragwen. Richard tried to argue that Veragwen was the guard captain for a reason, but his words seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Before he even had a chance to rest, he was being rushed in to yet another situation that could end with him killed.

As the two finally caught up with Veragwen, Richard finally understood just how dangerous things would be. That girl is surrounded by thugs! he realized, and this guy is dragging me straight towards them!

Kest finally released him, and Richard unceremoniously tumbled to the ground. When he was standing and coughing up dirt, Kest had thrown himself in to battle. It was an impressive display, but Richard wasn't in a hurry to follow suit. Why in the world would he thrust himself in to a situation like this? He was going to get himself killed if he went anywhere near that fight. He wanted to run, but his legs left him frozen where he stood. He could only watch as Veragwen and Kest risked their lives to rescue the girl. That's all he could do, wasn't it?

As he watched the duo battle their way through the thugs, he started to wonder. Why did they both risk their lives this way? With only the two of them, it wasn't likely that the odds were in their favor. Even with Veragwen's help, they were still outnumbered. Did they even think of what would happen if someone managed to pierce them with a knife?

It didn't seem like they considered that at all. In fact, someone else had joined them, standing by the mer-girl's side. The other thugs seemed to have backed off, and the three who attacked had been beaten as well. Before he knew what was happening, it was over.

As the others tended to fresh battle wounds, Richard could only admire their strength. He had only stood to the side, fearing the worst for all of them. He could see now that everything turned out fine, despite the wounds. The girl they were rescuing was safe, and he was no help whatsoever. He could only try and convince himself that he would be in the way.
Relief washed over Richard. With the captain of the Seles Guard on his side, he was finally able to relax just a little. "Thank you, Veragwen," he gushed, "Thank you! I owe you my life!"

It was here that he realized what Veragwen's words meant. Of course, if she was going to investigate, she would need a witness, and he was the only living witness besides the culprit himself. This wasn't something he could leave entirely up to the guard. They would still need his help. Worst of all, he might need to revisit the wreckage. The thought that he might have to see his father's charred corpse again sent a cold chill down his spine.

"Kest, would you mind getting some water and something to eat for Richard for me, please?" Veragwen's words woke him from his thoughts. The guard captain was speaking to a strange foreigner with a bright red face. "He looks like he hasn't eaten since yesterday."

"Oh!" Richard piped up, "That's not neces-"

His words were stopped short when he realized that he actually was hungry. In fact, he was starving. He was going to have to repay the foreigner later.

"I guess I could use something to eat. Kest, was it?" he said to the man, "Thank you. I'll be sure to repay you in the future."
"Yes. I-I should sit down." Richard replied. He was anxious to tell her his story, but it was only after he sat down that he realized how tired he actually was. He had been moving since his home had burned in the middle of the night. The fear of an assassin had carried him through the night, but, the moment he sat down to rest, his legs gave way beneath him, and he collapsed on to the bench. He took a moment to rest before speaking.

"Veragwen," he continued as quietly as possible, "My life may be in danger. Last night, my father was killed, and my home burned down. Worse still, someone may be trying to kill me." At this, his voice faltered, but he had already said what needed to be said. He remained silent as the singer's voice filled the air.
He had almost forgotten about the town festival. If things had gone as planned, Richard would have been taking advantage of the crowds to sell goods from the farm. That was all but a distant thought. Right now, he needed to find a certain person, one of the only people in Seles that could hope to help him: Veragwen, Captain of the Seles Guard.

Even though they didn't know each other well, she was the only one he could even think of trusting. After seeing that shadow sneaking away from his home, he didn't know what to think. Someone was trying to kill him, but why? What did he ever do to anyone? What could-

A brush to his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. Richard leaped to the side in a panic. He frantically raised his arms to protect himself and closed his eyes to prepare for the worst.

When nothing happened, he opened his eyes again. An old man with a cane was giving him a confused stare. "Are you hard of hearing or something?" he said, "I said I was sorry for bumping in to you."

Richard suddenly remembered where he was. In the middle of Seles, an assailant was unlikely to go unnoticed. Who in their right mind would commit a crime in broad daylight? He put his arms down and tried to pretend that the last few seconds didn't happen. "Oh, uh - sorry, sir." He said to the old man, "It's alright."

"Whatever" The old man said, rolling his eyes and muttering as he limped away on his cane. "Kids these day..."

Richard sighed. It was only then that he realized how ridiculous he looked. He was only making himself stand out even more by overreacting to every little thing. The person who killed him wasn't going to be an old man with a cane. Then again, he had no idea who was trying to kill him in the first place. It was why he needed to fine Veragwen and get help as soon as possible.

After a bit of searching, he finally found her just outside of a growing crowd. Vera was sitting on a bench on what he could only assume to be guard duty. Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally get some help. He quickly made his way towards the bench.

"Vera!" he called, "Veragwen, I need-" his voice stopped and lowered when he realized that someone might be listening. "I need your help. Is there any chance you could spare a moment?"
Name: Richard Amos

Age: 21

Gender: male

Race: human

Dragoon Spirit: Violet Dragoon

Weapon: hatchet

Appearance: Richard is a man with a slightly muscular of average height. He has tanned skin with a smattering of freckles and hazel eyes accompany a round face along with curly brown hair.

For his first adventure, he wears leather shoes, a normal pair of dark brown cotton pants, and a white cotton shirt. The only defense he could bring with him on such short notice was a steel hatchet with a wide blade and a wooden handle.

Personality: Richard is more on the quiet side than most others. He's happy to give the standard "How are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking", but anything more is asking a lot of him.

He isn't completely disinterested in people, however. If anyone wanted to get his attention, all they would have to do was show him something unfamiliar and strange. He always loved seeing the kind of strange things that travellers brought through Seles. It was a welcome break from his everyday life

History: Born to Nathaniel Amos, a retired soldier, Richard Amos was raised by the single father on a wheat farm on the outskirts of Seles. He spent most of his life learning how to tend to work fields and tend to crops. Occassional trips to the town were the only form of socialising he bothered with. Every day brought the same work and the same rewards.

It didn't last. Late one night, after Richard had gone to bed for the night, a stranger arrived. He never told them his name or the name of his employer, but seemed to be familiar with Nathaniel. The stranger came with news that a certain someone had been found. Because of this someone, Nathaniel would be given a choice: return to their order or face death.

Nathaniel immediately chose death. To him, following the stranger's orders only meant suffering.

The stranger had not gone far when a gunshot woke Richard from his slumber to find the warm corpse of his father. A gun was in his hand, a bloody hole had appeared at the side of his head. Poor Richard was too distracted to realize that the doors had been blocked from the outside, and had only looked away from his father's body when the sharp smell of smoke filled the air. After frantically struggling with the door, he grabbed a nearby hatchet and managed to break down the door.

It was immediately after escaping that he noticed a lone figure heading through the fields, away from his burning home. Who were they?, he wondered. Were they the ones that blocked the doors? Did they try to kill me?!?

He didn't understand who blocked the doors, or why there were people trying to kill him. All he could think about was that someone wanted him dead. At the moment, he walks on towards Seles, hoping to find temporary shelter and answers to the many questions now forming in his head.
I remember sending Snow a link to kiwiirc.com . It's a browser client that you can use to get to the chat.
It's been ages since the first one! I'm excited to do it again.
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