Forett

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Crator Island.

Update to the post order.
[Forett]
[LadyRunic]
[Kyrisse]
[Prince of Seraphs]

Crator Island.

The air was slightly chilled as the two figures on the beach would notice each other. Be it from an unseen breeze, or the rush of adrenaline accompanied with spotting a stranger on the shores of a cursed island that was now their prison. Zarriia would quickly pick up on the movement caused by this elf as Quil got to his feet. The drow could see and hear the water as it evaporated from Quil's boots and clothing. There was no doubt about this man having an magical affinity.

Aquilan would see that this drow did not seem to concern herself with him, rather her small boat which appeared to have supplies aboard. He would witness her drink from a barrel, the sight of fresh water reminding him of just how thirsty he was. Aquilan would also note that this drow had a bow and several small daggers about her veiled appearance. From the quality, she was either a nobleman's daughter or a proficient killer. Given her drowish culture, she may very well be both. Either way, her back was presented at the distance of 30 yards for the short while she pulled the boat into the sand.

Crator Island.

Approved Prince's character sheet. Closing the RP to new entries for the moment. I apologize for the delay this weekend, my week days are far less busy. I hope everyone will have a good start!

Crator Island.

The smell of salt on the cool morning air is the first thing Aquilan can make sense of. The chatter of seagulls and faint ache of muscle pains from the extended stay in the sea crept its way into his dulled mind. Suddenly, all feelings would return as a wave of cool water would come crashing down upon him. The water was chilled, filling his clothing once more as his red and black hair floated in the wave’s pause. His mouth felt dry, and much like this wave that woke him up, his memories flooded his mind as the cool water flowed back to the ocean. His time in the academy, his time in the dungeon, his travels and studies as well as what he surely thought was his death. He was now fully awake as he lay on his back in the clothing he was wearing during his voyage. His sword was strangely rested upon his breast, as though someone had placed it there to keep it from being buried beneath the sand. It was very hard to do more than blink, and even then his eyes still burned. The sun would rise quickly before his mind would return from his memories. A shadow passed over the sun, a shadow far thicker than any seagull. A heavy sliding noise was followed by the sound of wood hitting wood. A small boat had ran ashore as the tide left the beach.
Zarriia awoke to the sound of seagulls and crashing waves. The storm was not a dream, she had infact been aboard a ship lost to the sea. Thankfully, she was capable of stealing one of the small dinghies tied to the side of the massive cargo ship. She had a 31 gallon barrel of water and a covered crate of rations that were more than enough to last her for two weeks. The sail was in tatters as her eyes came into focus. Her mind begged her to close her eyes again, to let sleep take her back beneath its fold. Sadly, the impact of hitting the beach wished otherwise. The drow was jostled from her bench, saved from falling in the small amount of water within the boat by the barrel. Her mouth felt like a desert, her tongue like a piece of cotton. The salty air had done a number on her. She was now fully awake despite her body's protest. Her boat was in still water behind a large sandbar. It slowly started to lean as the water drained out of the large basin.
Zarriia could see inland on the beach. There was a large low profile ship that looked to have been beached years ago. The metal decking and rust as well as the lack of any mast or sails hinted at a dwarven design. Further off in the distance stood an imposing cliff that was easily over six hundred feet tall. As the sun rose behind her, its light would catch a shimmer on the beach before her. There appeared to be an elven man laying on his back slightly off to the right of her little craft. His lips were blistered from what she could see, hinting that he had been at sea without the luxury of hiding himself from the sun. He appeared to be awake, however he did not look to be in good health. His pointed ears were jutting out from beneath his long black hair. Zarriia might have mistaken him for a Nillian if it were not for his elven ears and the light red streaks that patterned his hair.

Crator Island.

Until more people join the post order will be myself, LadyRunic and then Kyrisse.

The best rp moments in your life.

In a DnD session of 3.5 I killed my entire party by shooting down a red dragon with a ballista. It crashed upon them and mocked me until it died.

I sold all of their stuff and the dragon parts to retire to a manor in the mountains.

Google Picture War

Here comes that dapper young man, oh goodness gracious what is up

Welcome!
Try not to get eaten. It is a rough place out there.

The Unpopular Opinions Thread.

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Xbox is better than PS4.
VHS tape collecting is awesome.
Was Hitler right?
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The world is flat.
The moon landing was fake.
Pokemon Go is really fun after level 25.
Skyrim sucks.
Minecraft is a very complicated game that was made for very intelligent people.
The dinosaurs were never real.
League of Legends is a game with balance and fair game play.

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League sucks. Dota is better anyway.

Overwatch is just a league of legends rip off.
Origin is a much better platform than steam ever will be.

yw. sorry if there were any repeats.