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STATUS: The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight. 8 yrs ago
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The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
8 yrs ago
Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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8 yrs ago
I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
8 yrs ago
In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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It's all fun and games until it gets too real...
So best to vent my super snarky ability in a fun and constructive escapist manner!
Ooh, I think I get it. Is Alice based on you?
EDIT: Don't worry. Either way, the both of you are awesome in my book
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I don't think me or my characters have been described as snarky before...
(looks up definition)
Is that a good thing?
lol Alice strikes me as snarky, but in a fun, good way :)
I'll probably post at some point
Probably...
Can't wait to read more about your snarky sorcerer
This was the third time I've tried to initiate some sort of dialogue with An-Hasst and it was the third time this attempt was aborted by time skip.
A fail-safe way I can recommend is to do a collab. You don't even need google docs to do it. Just Private Conversation will do. That way, you can get everything into one post and Poohead won't be able to shut it down
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It's very yellow on mine, almost dark yellow
Huh. Odd.
Anyway, I've posted.
Not my best work, but I haven't RP'ed for a while...
I have failed them
I have failed them all,
the Knights of the Guardian Order,
the Grandmaster, commanders, soldiers and all.
I have failed my daughter,
and my city.
And so I shall die alone in the wilderness,
Just as I have woken up alone in the wilderness.
The same words kept swirling in Jezebeth's mind as she knelt where she was, ignoring a shard of stone cutting into her knee. Six elves formed a crescent behind her, their bows drawn and arrows pointed at her, but they were the least of her worries. No, they were nearly none-existent to her, just strangers who will deal her, her fate as a matter of course - Fate that she felt was deserved.
Tears continued to escape Jezebeth's eyes despite her best attempts at staying dignified; her walls were crumbling. They had been streaking her cheeks for the past hour. No amount of mourning could relieve the heavy burden in her heart. She couldn't even lift her hands to wipe away the pain, for they were bound tightly, and any sudden move could mean the end of her existence. For all her time in this position, she would intermittently contemplate ending her life by startling the guards, but so far she hadn't gone through with it.
No, dignity there was none left, and Jezebeth thought it fitting for herself. She had, after all, unwittingly made fatherless or motherless a hundred families, brought a delayed age of grieving upon those affiliated with her Guardian Order of Knights.
Yes, she would rather be rid of any signs that she was once a member of the Guardian Order. The elves had done her a favour by stripping her of almost everything. Her armour, weapons and gear lay in a clutter on the grassland nearby, as if garbage to be disposed. Her sallet helmet looked like it might contain a skull. Her breastplate, bearing the insignia of the Guardian Order, a tower, lay abandoned. her sword, Kasdeya's Deathstroke, continued to shimmer blue, as if a child crying out for her mother. Her horse whinnied in the distance, having been tied to a tree, and it couldn't free itself.
Jezebeth was only allowed her Gambeson, padded pants, boots... And her necklace.
She had fought like a cornered wild animal an hour back when they tried to take the necklace from her. Eight guards had been stripping away her equipment, and she alone fought them off for the sake of her red-gem jewelry when one of them moved to wrap his hand around it. It was all she had when she'd woken up with nothing to her name, not even memories, and she had thus grown attached to it.
By the end, she had been beaten up quite badly such that her arms and legs and body had been bruised, her face in particular had a nasty cut across a cheek and blood had been dripping from her nose and mouth - But at least their captain had ordered them off, wanting her alive. Her knuckles were still battered and bleeding from that altercation, her hands shaking. And they'd left her Gambeson unbuttoned all the way, not bothering with her modesty, perhaps as revenge for having fought them so well.
Then they came.
It was as if the Elves had decided to add insult to injury by presenting members of her own race to her. She knew her own reputation - half of Andred would talk about her on a daily basis, and her name, deeds and tales of her unmatched beauty had traveled to the neighbouring human kingdoms. Now, she was but a prisoner, if even that, surely a sight for sore eyes the way her hair was disheveled with her bun having fallen apart, her clothing in disarray and her skin marred by injury and dirt. She reeked from the lack of maintenance.
Humans, accompanied by an Elf, Skayleigh and a Dwarf. The moment she saw them, the tears became harder to fight back, for they reminded her somehow of her own Knights and soldiers. It was all she could do to look away, all forlorn, tears streaking down her cheeks faster, salting the wound. Instead, she gazed at the ground, wondering where under the grass would she be buried. Already, her tears were beginning to water the vegetation.
I have failed them all,
the Knights of the Guardian Order,
the Grandmaster, commanders, soldiers and all.
I have failed my daughter,
and my city.
And so I shall die alone in the wilderness,
Just as I have woken up alone in the wilderness.
The same words kept swirling in Jezebeth's mind as she knelt where she was, ignoring a shard of stone cutting into her knee. Six elves formed a crescent behind her, their bows drawn and arrows pointed at her, but they were the least of her worries. No, they were nearly none-existent to her, just strangers who will deal her, her fate as a matter of course - Fate that she felt was deserved.
Tears continued to escape Jezebeth's eyes despite her best attempts at staying dignified; her walls were crumbling. They had been streaking her cheeks for the past hour. No amount of mourning could relieve the heavy burden in her heart. She couldn't even lift her hands to wipe away the pain, for they were bound tightly, and any sudden move could mean the end of her existence. For all her time in this position, she would intermittently contemplate ending her life by startling the guards, but so far she hadn't gone through with it.
No, dignity there was none left, and Jezebeth thought it fitting for herself. She had, after all, unwittingly made fatherless or motherless a hundred families, brought a delayed age of grieving upon those affiliated with her Guardian Order of Knights.
Yes, she would rather be rid of any signs that she was once a member of the Guardian Order. The elves had done her a favour by stripping her of almost everything. Her armour, weapons and gear lay in a clutter on the grassland nearby, as if garbage to be disposed. Her sallet helmet looked like it might contain a skull. Her breastplate, bearing the insignia of the Guardian Order, a tower, lay abandoned. her sword, Kasdeya's Deathstroke, continued to shimmer blue, as if a child crying out for her mother. Her horse whinnied in the distance, having been tied to a tree, and it couldn't free itself.
Jezebeth was only allowed her Gambeson, padded pants, boots... And her necklace.
She had fought like a cornered wild animal an hour back when they tried to take the necklace from her. Eight guards had been stripping away her equipment, and she alone fought them off for the sake of her red-gem jewelry when one of them moved to wrap his hand around it. It was all she had when she'd woken up with nothing to her name, not even memories, and she had thus grown attached to it.
By the end, she had been beaten up quite badly such that her arms and legs and body had been bruised, her face in particular had a nasty cut across a cheek and blood had been dripping from her nose and mouth - But at least their captain had ordered them off, wanting her alive. Her knuckles were still battered and bleeding from that altercation, her hands shaking. And they'd left her Gambeson unbuttoned all the way, not bothering with her modesty, perhaps as revenge for having fought them so well.
Then they came.
It was as if the Elves had decided to add insult to injury by presenting members of her own race to her. She knew her own reputation - half of Andred would talk about her on a daily basis, and her name, deeds and tales of her unmatched beauty had traveled to the neighbouring human kingdoms. Now, she was but a prisoner, if even that, surely a sight for sore eyes the way her hair was disheveled with her bun having fallen apart, her clothing in disarray and her skin marred by injury and dirt. She reeked from the lack of maintenance.
Humans, accompanied by an Elf, Skayleigh and a Dwarf. The moment she saw them, the tears became harder to fight back, for they reminded her somehow of her own Knights and soldiers. It was all she could do to look away, all forlorn, tears streaking down her cheeks faster, salting the wound. Instead, she gazed at the ground, wondering where under the grass would she be buried. Already, her tears were beginning to water the vegetation.
Well, so there we have it.
I guess I'll get to work on my post after I get home from work. Post will probably be up at least 4-5 hours later.
My introductory post will probably be just that - An introductory post describing Jezebeth and her (wretched) starting conditions, her thoughts and feelings. Interaction will probably be limited to her thoughts on seeing everyone else in the group.
I guess I'll get to work on my post after I get home from work. Post will probably be up at least 4-5 hours later.
My introductory post will probably be just that - An introductory post describing Jezebeth and her (wretched) starting conditions, her thoughts and feelings. Interaction will probably be limited to her thoughts on seeing everyone else in the group.
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He means fighting/martial arts in general :). It's why he entered this particular unarmed tourney
Oh okay :D
Ushael would have made things worse by turning the unarmed tourney into an orgy.
This isn't a Christmas story, but I'd like to think it's enjoyable nonetheless!
lol...
Question though. What does Beren mean by 'hobby'? Sorry, I guess I'm new and don't know the character well enough.
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