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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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Just to be clear, we are only accepting Lycans and Demons?
Keiro smiled. Despite his less than trusting feelings towards the elf, compliments on his cooking, which were generally sparse when coming from Korra's mouth, always warmed his heart a little," Thank you. Please, dig..." He paused as she carried on with what he had suggested before he had even suggested it. Korra giggled annoyingly and he shot her an annoyed glance before beginning to eat himself. A couple spoonfuls of soup were followed by a bite out of the buttered bread, his eyes rising to see that the elf's distast for the butter. Or the bread. He shrugged, taking another few spoonfuls of his food hungrily.
He looked up when the elf spoke again," I... well, I don't feel the constant need to be surrounded by other people, although Korra does have several friends in the nearby village. When we need company we head over there. It's only a few hours hike to the south," He shrugged, taking another spoonful of soup before answering her second question," Well... not a terrible lot. The occasional trapper. Mercenaries come along here as well. Hunters, travelers. Pilgrims come around as we are near the straightest road to the Temple of the Fates in Algram," He shrugged," Everyone has good stories to tell about where they are from, so we offer them a place to stay and some food in exchange. Korra loves stories, as do I," He smiled.
"Speaking of," He had finished the soup, and was mopping up the dregs with his bread," That it quite the blade you carry. Where did you come across it?"
He looked up when the elf spoke again," I... well, I don't feel the constant need to be surrounded by other people, although Korra does have several friends in the nearby village. When we need company we head over there. It's only a few hours hike to the south," He shrugged, taking another spoonful of soup before answering her second question," Well... not a terrible lot. The occasional trapper. Mercenaries come along here as well. Hunters, travelers. Pilgrims come around as we are near the straightest road to the Temple of the Fates in Algram," He shrugged," Everyone has good stories to tell about where they are from, so we offer them a place to stay and some food in exchange. Korra loves stories, as do I," He smiled.
"Speaking of," He had finished the soup, and was mopping up the dregs with his bread," That it quite the blade you carry. Where did you come across it?"
*pokes Cara* She really does sleep like the dead....
Would you guys be open to a new character being played?
Somewhere an alarm bell bonged, sending all of the guards of the Great Palace into high alert. There was a clutter for weapons and armor as those that weren't patrolling or given posts reported to the closest commanders and awaited orders. It would make moving along with his plan a whole lot more complex. Guards who were seen not conforming to the alarm bells would be looked upon with suspicion and called to state name and rank. And he just didn't have the time for all of that. A new plan was needed, he thought. Why did things always have to be so difficult. It wasn't like they weren't already damn near impossible.
He felt the urge, the need to use the power that was pent up inside him. He could do it, reach his old friend and end it all, all he had to do was tap into that miraculous energy that flowed through his veins. He had when he had broken into this place. It was so easy. It wanted to be used. It felt alive when mixed into his blood, churning something that was so decayed, so base and... dirty for lack of a better word, and turning it into something more, something so very incredible, unbelievably powerful that it could rock the foundations of the earth itself.
But then what would he become? Using that power would turn him into a siren, an alarm into every head in the palace and they would all converge on him and he was very, very afraid of that. Not for him, of course. He was afraid for them. The power would swamp his senses, demand that he take full use of it, draw from it's true source and he alone would remain at the center of the carnage, the new god, baptized and sacramented in the blood of those that dared oppose him.
And it would bring a new, unspoken prophecy into play, one that had those that knew of it shunning from their mind from the sheer abomination that it held.
He took a deep breath. No. That wasn't what he wanted. He was here to stop a prophecy, but he knew the consequences. He was the only one that could stop this, but he was playing with fire, and was hoping that it wouldn't turn and burn him.
"Hey, you!" A voice sounded behind him, his eyes flickering around," Stop right there!"
He did stop, but not for long, His powerful lean body came to a full halt and he flickered into motion again, flying across the room. There were three of them, blades drawn, glittering gold despite there not being any light reflecting off of them. His own blade was drawn, and before these men could react, they were dead as his feet, blood slipping from their wounds and drenching the flagstones. He spun around, sprinting as fast as he could, as hard as he could, feeling that temptation growing with each step he took closer to the Source.
He felt the urge, the need to use the power that was pent up inside him. He could do it, reach his old friend and end it all, all he had to do was tap into that miraculous energy that flowed through his veins. He had when he had broken into this place. It was so easy. It wanted to be used. It felt alive when mixed into his blood, churning something that was so decayed, so base and... dirty for lack of a better word, and turning it into something more, something so very incredible, unbelievably powerful that it could rock the foundations of the earth itself.
But then what would he become? Using that power would turn him into a siren, an alarm into every head in the palace and they would all converge on him and he was very, very afraid of that. Not for him, of course. He was afraid for them. The power would swamp his senses, demand that he take full use of it, draw from it's true source and he alone would remain at the center of the carnage, the new god, baptized and sacramented in the blood of those that dared oppose him.
And it would bring a new, unspoken prophecy into play, one that had those that knew of it shunning from their mind from the sheer abomination that it held.
He took a deep breath. No. That wasn't what he wanted. He was here to stop a prophecy, but he knew the consequences. He was the only one that could stop this, but he was playing with fire, and was hoping that it wouldn't turn and burn him.
"Hey, you!" A voice sounded behind him, his eyes flickering around," Stop right there!"
He did stop, but not for long, His powerful lean body came to a full halt and he flickered into motion again, flying across the room. There were three of them, blades drawn, glittering gold despite there not being any light reflecting off of them. His own blade was drawn, and before these men could react, they were dead as his feet, blood slipping from their wounds and drenching the flagstones. He spun around, sprinting as fast as he could, as hard as he could, feeling that temptation growing with each step he took closer to the Source.
*rubs your temples* Sorry sweetie...
Feeling all better, so yes, I'd call this a good day...
How about you?
How about you?
No idea....
*hugs Cara*
*hugs Cara*
Yeah. Sadly I have no beard scratcher of my own. Odd how hard it is to find one. So I'm staying clean shaven.
I hate beards... they're ichy...
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