Ok all be it late! I apologize. Life was working against me!! But @PrivateVentures @Gunther please help Chama "calm down".. lol Your course is your choice. I have a feeling either way this is going to be fantastically outstanding!!
Darach Member
The Betrayed
STATUS: Bitch status Check... Edits posts 100 times... Admits to being bitchy also 8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Joined: 8 yrs ago
- Posts: 40 (0.01 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Darach 8 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
8 yrs ago
Current
Bitch status Check... Edits posts 100 times... Admits to being bitchy also
8 yrs ago
Teluval is becoming something more then an RP. This magic is something of a new kind.
8 yrs ago
I could use this space to explain my disapproval of outstanding disregard of timing as related to RP's , but I'm too busy waiting on posts.
3
likes
8 yrs ago
Can't wait to start on my first RP
2
likes
Bio
I am here (I'm sure like many of you are..) to live vicariously through the words I type within this forum. I want to explore my imagination to its deepest place. Perhaps to find a person I may not have known I was? Or Simply to understand, in a deeper sense, the person I already am.
I can't give you anymore or less. Just know I am a very open person who will do anything once. Maybe even twice.
I can't give you anymore or less. Just know I am a very open person who will do anything once. Maybe even twice.
Most Recent Posts
Chama became tense. He was mid sip of his mug and felt someone approaching him from behind. One wrong step and whoever it was would get a mug to the face at the least. He placed the mug gently on the bar, not a hint of nervousness visible.
He then heard, "Triple Rum if you wouldn't mind." Chama watched a familiar claw toss 10 coppers on the bar towards the bar keep. Dali is such a drunk Chama thought as he glanced over in Dali's direction with an arched brow."Keep the change." Chama watched as the bard sat next to him. Unwarranted closeness, check. Chama adjusted his elbow as a gesture of 'get out of my space'. Then almost in response to Chama's thought and motion, Dali actually started to speak anyway. "Ssso you got a coin, too, huh?"
Chama's eyes flared as he began to speak out of surprise, "You of all people got a..." Chama was interrupted with a single drunken finger"Hold that thought.". Chama looked over and realized the stage was empty. Dali must be performing next and nothing got in the way of his performances. But a claw finger to the face, especially that one... Chama bit his bottom lip holding his tongue as Dali dashed to his table and acquired his gutiar. As he slung it over his head he spoke to the white haired man briefly and came back to finish his drink as if he had never spoken to Chama in the first place. One track mind Chama was reading Dali like a book, Or so he thought.
As Dali stepped on stage, Chama turned back to the bar and his drink. He had heard some of Dali's stories when he was younger. All full of horrible playing a little parlor tricks that made you see cute little fuzzy animals and the like. Chama had no interest in childish stories.
An A-minor chord played in Chama's background, Dali began "The Eye of the Cssyclopsss. The Watchful Eye." The red headed wizard began to turn his head, but before he could, a coin just like the one in his pocket began to bounce off the bar in front of him and landed, eye looking up. It disappeared no faster then it arrived. With a single blink, vanishing from sight like a.. Hallucination Chama knew he had now been enthralled by minor magic. Dali's voice, his music, like whispers. Chama's gaze turned to the stage intently.
Dali's story told of a madman and his invitation by coin. Chama watched as the coin seemingly came to life. Looking at the crowd as if scanning for truth. This was nothing like what Chama remembered as a child. The luminous fish seemed to dim, their light changing and casting otherworldly shapes. Dali spoke of the man in black. Chama saw a tall black figure in his peripheral vision. He turned to see nothing but a damp mossy wall. I could have sworn...No it isn't... Chama's mind was confounded. Dali's story continued with a menacing crescendo. The stage rose, the fish continued to warp, the shadows stretched, the air heavy with a chlorinated smell. Dali spoke of dangers in accepting such an invitation as the coin.
Chama watched as Dali contiued while simultaneously rolling a certain herb within a leaf dripping in his siliva. A match was struck sending a death like light over Dali's face as he reached the pinnacle of his story.
Chama was frozen solid. The fatherless son...The fatherless son Chama kept repeating the phrase in his head knowing it was about him. He knew now he must approach Dali. That Lizard knew something and Chama planned to spueeze the liquor out of his scales to get answers.
As the bard's magic waned, Chama stood and headed directly for Dali. As big as Chama is, and as sudden as his hair returned to its bright luminescence under the fish that are now glowing again, he looked like a flaming giant weaving threw the tables with no steps missing their marks. He stopped just short of the stage. Careful Chama knew of Dali's power now and thought it wise not to take his stage. Chama looked up at Dali, his lack of patience bursting from the seams, "The Ceaseless Feast, The fatherless son... Tell me.. Chama's desperation was apparent, although semi masked by a forceful tone, as he pulled his coin from his pocket and flashed it in plain sight. He had been convinced that this was his destiny. Maybe now he can avenge his father as he has wished for so many years.
Chama continued, "Why do you know so much? Who are those two you are traveling with? Do you know the way to Erstwhile's Castle?!?!" Chama's patience was at its boiling point. His eyes glowed a low ebbing orange, his mouth leaked a dark cloud like substance from its edges that lightly coiled through his glowing follicles. Each word growled from his vocal cords like a dragon lying in wait. He was losing his cool quickly as he tore his gaze from Dali and glared at the two seated at Dali's table.
"I only ask for answers once..." The intended threat was very real. Chama was beginning to frenzy. A voice whispered in Chama's head and he spoke it in unison "I will not ask again!" The winery rumbled with a roar. The barkeep grabbed a tray and ducked under the bar shielding himself. He knew too well the temperament of a Red Wheel Magician from knowledge of Chama's father. This does not bode well for anyone close enough to feel the heat of his flames.
He then heard, "Triple Rum if you wouldn't mind." Chama watched a familiar claw toss 10 coppers on the bar towards the bar keep. Dali is such a drunk Chama thought as he glanced over in Dali's direction with an arched brow."Keep the change." Chama watched as the bard sat next to him. Unwarranted closeness, check. Chama adjusted his elbow as a gesture of 'get out of my space'. Then almost in response to Chama's thought and motion, Dali actually started to speak anyway. "Ssso you got a coin, too, huh?"
Chama's eyes flared as he began to speak out of surprise, "You of all people got a..." Chama was interrupted with a single drunken finger"Hold that thought.". Chama looked over and realized the stage was empty. Dali must be performing next and nothing got in the way of his performances. But a claw finger to the face, especially that one... Chama bit his bottom lip holding his tongue as Dali dashed to his table and acquired his gutiar. As he slung it over his head he spoke to the white haired man briefly and came back to finish his drink as if he had never spoken to Chama in the first place. One track mind Chama was reading Dali like a book, Or so he thought.
As Dali stepped on stage, Chama turned back to the bar and his drink. He had heard some of Dali's stories when he was younger. All full of horrible playing a little parlor tricks that made you see cute little fuzzy animals and the like. Chama had no interest in childish stories.
An A-minor chord played in Chama's background, Dali began "The Eye of the Cssyclopsss. The Watchful Eye." The red headed wizard began to turn his head, but before he could, a coin just like the one in his pocket began to bounce off the bar in front of him and landed, eye looking up. It disappeared no faster then it arrived. With a single blink, vanishing from sight like a.. Hallucination Chama knew he had now been enthralled by minor magic. Dali's voice, his music, like whispers. Chama's gaze turned to the stage intently.
Dali's story told of a madman and his invitation by coin. Chama watched as the coin seemingly came to life. Looking at the crowd as if scanning for truth. This was nothing like what Chama remembered as a child. The luminous fish seemed to dim, their light changing and casting otherworldly shapes. Dali spoke of the man in black. Chama saw a tall black figure in his peripheral vision. He turned to see nothing but a damp mossy wall. I could have sworn...No it isn't... Chama's mind was confounded. Dali's story continued with a menacing crescendo. The stage rose, the fish continued to warp, the shadows stretched, the air heavy with a chlorinated smell. Dali spoke of dangers in accepting such an invitation as the coin.
Chama watched as Dali contiued while simultaneously rolling a certain herb within a leaf dripping in his siliva. A match was struck sending a death like light over Dali's face as he reached the pinnacle of his story.
”Ye who have found thyself beneath the gaze of the Watchful Eye, make thine way unto the Ceaseless Feast. Thou wilst uncover a conspiracy of Gods and Demons. There is a Painted lady and a fatherless son. Thou wilst hear the voices of three faces that will speak in unison upon a hill, and the babbling old Gods will choose their champion.” The room went dark again as Dali’s cigar lit, and the match blew out. Dali’s face was obscured in smoke and darkness, nothing more than a little glowing red eye in the fog, as the music faded away to become one with the whispering.
Chama was frozen solid. The fatherless son...The fatherless son Chama kept repeating the phrase in his head knowing it was about him. He knew now he must approach Dali. That Lizard knew something and Chama planned to spueeze the liquor out of his scales to get answers.
As the bard's magic waned, Chama stood and headed directly for Dali. As big as Chama is, and as sudden as his hair returned to its bright luminescence under the fish that are now glowing again, he looked like a flaming giant weaving threw the tables with no steps missing their marks. He stopped just short of the stage. Careful Chama knew of Dali's power now and thought it wise not to take his stage. Chama looked up at Dali, his lack of patience bursting from the seams, "The Ceaseless Feast, The fatherless son... Tell me.. Chama's desperation was apparent, although semi masked by a forceful tone, as he pulled his coin from his pocket and flashed it in plain sight. He had been convinced that this was his destiny. Maybe now he can avenge his father as he has wished for so many years.
Chama continued, "Why do you know so much? Who are those two you are traveling with? Do you know the way to Erstwhile's Castle?!?!" Chama's patience was at its boiling point. His eyes glowed a low ebbing orange, his mouth leaked a dark cloud like substance from its edges that lightly coiled through his glowing follicles. Each word growled from his vocal cords like a dragon lying in wait. He was losing his cool quickly as he tore his gaze from Dali and glared at the two seated at Dali's table.
"I only ask for answers once..." The intended threat was very real. Chama was beginning to frenzy. A voice whispered in Chama's head and he spoke it in unison "I will not ask again!" The winery rumbled with a roar. The barkeep grabbed a tray and ducked under the bar shielding himself. He knew too well the temperament of a Red Wheel Magician from knowledge of Chama's father. This does not bode well for anyone close enough to feel the heat of his flames.
I underestimated my timing on the post.. looks like it will come in the wee hours here.. but i wont sleep until its perfect. Work got in the way.
Once the squads were combined, they were dismissed to their assigned debrief room. Solton followed suit as the squad trailed behind "Captain" Szabo.
Trying to keep his evil glares from the back of his head he looked over the other stalker in the squad. She was small, almost crushable looking, but he knew something more was hidden behind the frail look. He had been studying possible stalkers on the leaderboard for sometime. Her target practice training score was almost flawless.
The squad began to pour into the debriefing room after Captain szabo. Solton grabbed the center chair, turned it around a straddled it in one move. He mad sure he sat square within the "Captain's" line of sight so as not to seem defeated by the display of dominance earlier on the stage. As the "Captain" began his speach, Solton focused intently. Searching for a single slip in his demeanor.
"...any 'lone-wolf' behaviours will not be tolerated. Clear?..." When Solton heard this he knew this had to be a dig at the stalkers. Most likely him specifically, considering he made it obvious his distaste from the start. Solton sucked his teeth, "...We will work as one, one mind, many bodies..." Solton had to admit, there had been no quiver in his speech. It made him nod his head unconsciously. 'Did i just agree with that bastard' Soltons brow furrowed as the Captain requested acknowledgement.
Ethan, the overly analytical tactician spoke first. Solton had no qualms with a strong mind. It's what makes his job easy. He just couldn't understand how he could physically make a difference.
Matthew the special weapons kid was next. Solton had thought to test drive this skill set, but from a different view. If he ever gets a chance, he will have to talk to him for an arsenal of hand crafted weapons. Otherwise he's dead weight to solton because of all the noice he'd make.
Just then Atari acknowledged the speech. She was looking at the two before her and the captain as if analyzing just as he was her. He could see she was ready to move forward. He noticed how she leaned against the wall, anxiety and boredom building behind her folded arms.
With out breaking his study of Atari, Solton spoke " I hear you, just don't lead us to our deaths." He tore his gaze away and looked at Szabo directly. "I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable? " Solton's voice lowered to a deep but respectful rumble as his eyebrow lifted. He really wanted Szabo to lose his temper. No Captain could ever accept the title if his emotions were not under control.
Trying to keep his evil glares from the back of his head he looked over the other stalker in the squad. She was small, almost crushable looking, but he knew something more was hidden behind the frail look. He had been studying possible stalkers on the leaderboard for sometime. Her target practice training score was almost flawless.
The squad began to pour into the debriefing room after Captain szabo. Solton grabbed the center chair, turned it around a straddled it in one move. He mad sure he sat square within the "Captain's" line of sight so as not to seem defeated by the display of dominance earlier on the stage. As the "Captain" began his speach, Solton focused intently. Searching for a single slip in his demeanor.
"...any 'lone-wolf' behaviours will not be tolerated. Clear?..." When Solton heard this he knew this had to be a dig at the stalkers. Most likely him specifically, considering he made it obvious his distaste from the start. Solton sucked his teeth, "...We will work as one, one mind, many bodies..." Solton had to admit, there had been no quiver in his speech. It made him nod his head unconsciously. 'Did i just agree with that bastard' Soltons brow furrowed as the Captain requested acknowledgement.
Ethan, the overly analytical tactician spoke first. Solton had no qualms with a strong mind. It's what makes his job easy. He just couldn't understand how he could physically make a difference.
Matthew the special weapons kid was next. Solton had thought to test drive this skill set, but from a different view. If he ever gets a chance, he will have to talk to him for an arsenal of hand crafted weapons. Otherwise he's dead weight to solton because of all the noice he'd make.
Just then Atari acknowledged the speech. She was looking at the two before her and the captain as if analyzing just as he was her. He could see she was ready to move forward. He noticed how she leaned against the wall, anxiety and boredom building behind her folded arms.
With out breaking his study of Atari, Solton spoke " I hear you, just don't lead us to our deaths." He tore his gaze away and looked at Szabo directly. "I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable? " Solton's voice lowered to a deep but respectful rumble as his eyebrow lifted. He really wanted Szabo to lose his temper. No Captain could ever accept the title if his emotions were not under control.
@PrivateVentures OH MY Ophidian God!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am speechless simply speechless!!!! I have to, I just....... psshhhhhhh! I could cry!! That was so awesome I think I am going to be sick!!! You have raised the bar my dear friend!! I need to find a way to keep up!! I will be posting this evening. Here it is now 4:04pm I am going to try and have a post up by midnight the latest.
I am speechless simply speechless!!!! I have to, I just....... psshhhhhhh! I could cry!! That was so awesome I think I am going to be sick!!! You have raised the bar my dear friend!! I need to find a way to keep up!! I will be posting this evening. Here it is now 4:04pm I am going to try and have a post up by midnight the latest.
@Ktyhrea I gave a description in my first post in IC. 6'5" 189.5 lbs of pure muscle. I picture him as a black guy. bald fade of course.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
@Mikanu
Its been 7 days.... I was really looking forward to essentially 'wish death upon my enemies by way of rhythm and beats' but, I'm starting to think this isn't going to happen.
@Mikanu
Its been 7 days.... I was really looking forward to essentially 'wish death upon my enemies by way of rhythm and beats' but, I'm starting to think this isn't going to happen.
@PrivateVentures I say you start with Dali's Performance!! It will make way for the other adventures to enter the story. Even more, it would make for a way to progress the story for those of us already within the Squished Fish. Maybe some type of unison of speech related to the cyclops coin? Or perhaps a magical sing-a-long known far and wide that draws everyone into a bunch unexpectedly advancing us to the soon to be endless feast.
@polybius
Perhaps, replacing and moving forward is best. I like this RP and would love to see it flourish into a tale of tales! I back you 100%.
@polybius
Perhaps, replacing and moving forward is best. I like this RP and would love to see it flourish into a tale of tales! I back you 100%.
Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
Solton uncurled from a set of hanging sit-ups. "Ava don't patronize me, I am not a child in need of a wake up call" he said with a low developing voice.
Scythe Solton was 6'5" 189.5 pounds of pure muscle, hanging from the coolant pipe above his bed in nothing but compression shorts. He quickly flipped down landing softly,almost cat like, on the ground next to his bed. "Besides, what makes today any different from any other day," He said stretching and revealing every line of muscle with precision. "I'll just be surrounded by those who rank beneath me. Useless and unneeded garbage" He said finishing his stretch with a deep exhale.
He looked over the usual training schedule as he threw on his PT shirt and Shorts. He headed out and commenced with Hand to Hand and Lockdown paint. He finished Hand to Hand with 230 hits delivered - 0 taken. He only hit kill zone points as a personal goal.
Lockdown Paint was a bit different although he is a stalker. 30 enemies eliminated with stealth - 1 Spartan eliminated read across the leaderboard. Solton hated working in teams because some idiot always screwed up. 'They are not my responsibility' he would think to himself. Although, the frustration would always read across his face when he saw the individual. Rank #15 is where he landed because of this slip up. Lifting and Running were to easy to pay attention to so he left the leaderboard and entered the mess hall at 0759hrs.
Solton moved invisibly to his seat number 333. Along the way collecting intel on the assembly's purpose. He sat and surprised most who sat next to him. They didn't even notice his approach. This always made him feel a little better after a fail. Now he waited for the loud speakers to belt his serial number.'A squad, can I do this?' he thought as his mind wandered back to "1 Spartan eliminated."
The announcer called out "Serial Number 333!" Solton stood and approached the stage. He was directed to exactly the place he expected, Stalker. He looked over to examine the captain's position. It was Atticus Szabo Rank #14. Rage ached at the back of his head. '1 Spartan Eliminated' The words almost seemed tangible enough to rip from his own skull. "I will not be bested.." he mumbled lightly.
id like that
© 2007-2024