Halvtand

The Hand of Shimmering Fates (No longer accepting)

So, who's next?

Last march of the Dwarves

My point is that craftsmen and miners always have been considered "low-class" occupations (in any culture in the real world at least). Nothing for a noble dwarf that can track their lineage back to the founding fathers. While soldiering is well in the list of typical nobleman's work.

I find it strange that two so very different worlds should be the same. Surely there is an explanation.

Last march of the Dwarves

The Stone Sons in particular are a very secretive fighting force in their culture. Only certain high standing figures are the only known members. To be a member that particular dwarf has to have a pure lineage back to the original founding fathers. One cannot simply join them they're are sought out and to join the legion is to have their house blessed with both riches and honor after their death or over so many years of service. Members cannot even tell their spouses or family who they are. But they come from all walks of life, they could be miners, soldiers, craftsman anything

@Mr Irony

I find this confusing. First you describe the stone sons as an elite company of noble dwarves that can trace their lineage back to the big bang. Then you end it by stating that members doesn't even need to be soldiers, but can be miners or craftsmen. Well... which is it?

Last march of the Dwarves

Anything with dwarves pokes my interest-bone. I'll read it through later.

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

@Halvtand
Do me a favor and if your switching between characters to color Code it

@Jangel13

I'll keep that in mind.

The Hand of Shimmering Fates (No longer accepting)

"Much time has passed. How is the old war dog? Still bruising his disciples with that wooden practice sword of his?"

That settled it, it was Lu Fau. No one who hadn’t been one of Gan Fang’s students would mention the wooden sword so casually. Yin gave his comrade a smile full of the razor-sharp teeth of a predator. Yin had spent hours practising to smile like a human, but the teeth always broke the illusion of friendliness.
“Master is very well. He is below decks right now, meditating” Yin leaned closer and lowered his voice “Sleeping.”
He straightened his back again and became aware of an almost uncomfortable heat. He looked down and saw the cup of tea and remembered. He’d been so caught up in meeting Lu Fau that he’d actually forgotten the tea. Well, he could be certain now that it wasn’t poisoned or tampered with in any way. Master Gan Fang would’ve beaten any such inclination out of his students at a very young age. He tasted it, and drew in lots of air at the same time to give the taste more depth. There was a definite taste of chamomile, which was used as a medicine for settling upset stomachs. Something else as well… Yin couldn’t identify it, but he was sure that if a fellow student of Gan Fang thought it would help then it surely would. He made a mental note of asking Lu Fau about the ingredients, for the return journey. He swallowed and let out a satisfied “aah”.
Yes, a tea so good must help with his seasickness… Seasickness?

Once again Yin became aware of something he’d forgotten. That the world was rocking and nothing stood still. He panicked and turned to the only aid he could find, the tea. In three big gulps he emptied the whole thing and then gasped for air. Tiny black spots danced in front of his eyes for a second and disappeared again. The fluid in his stomach actually helped, it felt warm, reassuring and strangely fitting, because it sloshed around just like the ship, it stayed still while the rest of the world was mad.
He would’ve been alright if a wave from a passing ship hadn't struck the side of the ship at that exact moment. The calm zen-like nature of the tea inside Yin turned into a stormy nightmare, and the boat rocked more violently than before. While not a problem to most passengers, to Yin it felt like he was being turned upside down. His body reacted on instinct and let his legs give way. Yin found himself sitting on his ass with his back against the railing. Slowly he breathed in and out through his nose. It took all his concentration.
“I’m not very good with ships and things…” He managed after a few seconds.
“Some martial artist, huh? My greatest foe is floating wood.”

The Hand of Shimmering Fates (No longer accepting)

I'll write my post today. Just gonna keep talking to this dude and hopefully not throw up on his shoes, no promises.

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

Yeah, I guess you can tell. Anyway, hopefully I won't destroy the character before Ciphra comes back and takes over.

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

There. Post done, better than nothing. I never got that PM about playing Reku, so I'm kind of improvising. I'm not very good at playing obnoxious characters like that, so we'll see how it goes.

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

Aoshi just couldn’t get used to Reku’s way of joking. How she even could think of food in this situation was beyond him. On a mission, in front of a “special” hollow and possibly a rogue reaper, about to engage them and she wants to get a snack? Ridiculous.
She moved ahead of him, which was probably for the best. The petite girl, while more dangerous than him, seemed much less threatening than a two meter tall giant with only one arm. As soon as the conversation had started Aoshi moved in to assist the lieutenant.

Reku seemed friendly enough with the rogue, giving him a flirtatious smile and inching closer. “...Not at all, I just had to babysit the old man over… Oh, there you are, did you bring any food?” Reku said as the old man appeared barely a meter away. He noticed that no sword was drawn and the hollow still looked relaxed, a good sign. Aoshi’s silence lasted only seconds, he wouldn’t even comment on that last joke. Lieutenant Reku picked up the hint and moved on.
“Yeah, old man Katsuo is still the biggest beard around, should be time for his retirement soon, he’s as old as the sun.”

The hollow on the other hand instantly picked up the reference on the food.
"So, is this going to turn into something ugly, or can we just have some pizza or tea or something?" it said. Aoshi returned a blank stare. He couldn’t believe his ears. There was another one. Lieutenant Reku was bad enough, but hearing the same lame jokes from the feeding-hole of a hollow was world-breaking. The only thing Aoshi had heard of hollow-speak previously had been on the lines of “die reaper!” or “your soul smells yummy”. Not a very imaginative bunch. A hollow asking for a pizza simply destroyed the image of a hollow in Aoshi’s head.

"Man, I hope today isn't a holiday or something. It sucks when you got that craving for hollow and none appear, know what I mean?" The hollow continued, not missing a beat. Apparently the non-threatening atmosphere was as obvious to the hollow as to Aoshi. This time Aoshi got curious, he bent over to reach the same height as the hollow, which in his case meant he had to bend over quite far. At the same height he looked into whatever hollows used for eyes.
“What do you mean… ‘craving for hollow’?”