@Life in Stasis
Did you miss the best read on computers? It's a camp half blood role play. Like Percy Jackson.
I did actually, text was tiny. I did look at it on my PC later in the day, but I do the majority of my site browsing from phone, sorry. :)
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I did actually, text was tiny. I did look at it on my PC later in the day, but I do the majority of my site browsing from phone, sorry. :)
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Sasha allowed Alice to walk ahead as he drifted in gradually after, taking the place in one step at a time. After weeks of research on her, he had only been able to form a partial image of the character of Alice Lynch, and here was a wealth of information. Not that it did him any good at this point. Still, academically speaking, it was fascinating to learn about someone new.
He leveled his gaze with one of the mannequins, as if it could stare back at him.
โTruly this is an age of lies.โ Sasha picked up a sock from an endtable and turned it to examine it in the light. It was dropped without a care as he moved on. โFrom your Facebook profile, and your shop, I wouldnโt have guessed you to be so disorganized. Humans are slaves to appearances.โ
A Christmas tree still. It was the end of summer. He wasnโt certain if Alice was lazy, or simplyโฆ slow moving. The unpacked luggage was considered at length. Had she recently traveled, or simply not unpacked since she moved in? She did appear to actually own a corded phone, and presumably a landline. Without bothering to follow the cord, he wondered if it had a rotary dial.
This was a mess. Not just the flat, but its tenant. This was a girl caught between different phases in her life, and she didnโt seem quite decided on where yet to go.
โIโll be waiting, Alice.โ The hint of a threat hadnโt quite left his voice, but at least now the vampire seemed sated and tamed. As long as she cooperated, this was likely to remain the same.
As she moved on, Sasha curiously plucked the letter from the bin as he passed by, then gradually retired on the sofa to open and read it for himself. As if he were entitled.
He leveled his gaze with one of the mannequins, as if it could stare back at him.
โTruly this is an age of lies.โ Sasha picked up a sock from an endtable and turned it to examine it in the light. It was dropped without a care as he moved on. โFrom your Facebook profile, and your shop, I wouldnโt have guessed you to be so disorganized. Humans are slaves to appearances.โ
A Christmas tree still. It was the end of summer. He wasnโt certain if Alice was lazy, or simplyโฆ slow moving. The unpacked luggage was considered at length. Had she recently traveled, or simply not unpacked since she moved in? She did appear to actually own a corded phone, and presumably a landline. Without bothering to follow the cord, he wondered if it had a rotary dial.
This was a mess. Not just the flat, but its tenant. This was a girl caught between different phases in her life, and she didnโt seem quite decided on where yet to go.
โIโll be waiting, Alice.โ The hint of a threat hadnโt quite left his voice, but at least now the vampire seemed sated and tamed. As long as she cooperated, this was likely to remain the same.
As she moved on, Sasha curiously plucked the letter from the bin as he passed by, then gradually retired on the sofa to open and read it for himself. As if he were entitled.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
What are the Ryaa? The only physical description mentions muscle and blubber and horns. I'm imagining walking walruses with ram horns?
Sasha was frozen in place for a bit while Alice revealed some of that often incomprehensible human understanding. Perhaps she was in shock. It made no sense that now, unbound and standing in the open air, she would become more amenable. Or, she simply knew at this point that it was useless to run.
It was possible she would think better of it in the morning. Best make good time now, while they could. It would be difficult to keep a pin in her during daylight.
He looked up at the rain-filled sky, gauging the time until dawn. He remembered belatedly that he has his phone in his pocket and a watch on his wrist, but he had spent so much of his life looking up at the sky to assess the time that he still didnโt use those things instinctively. And with daylight savings now and the ebb and flow of daylight hours with the seasons, his method was typically more accurate anyway.
He couldnโt muster gratitude. He was too spent for that, and it was still too early to know where this would go. The vampire proceeded with cautious optimism.
โItโs only water,โ Sasha replied. But it was probably the clothes Alice was worried about. Water could be hell on fine suede and delicate silk. He watched Alice as she walked past him, heading back to his abandoned car. โBut perhaps a dip in your showerโฆ?โ
A quick stop at the Timeless afforded both Sasha and Alice an opportunity to retrieve their coats, and more importantly, Aliceโs keys. He did promise not to break her door in.
Sasha didnโt need directions to find Aliceโs flat. Heโd researched her after all. He knew where she lived, and where some of her relatives lived as well. If he chose, he could have come and cornered her in her home, and not doing so was no matter of courtesy, but timing. When he knew for certain what was to be done about Alasdair, he simply couldnโt wait for her to return to her home.
โOf all the methods I devised to get into your flat, if I needed to,โ he muttered as they neared her place in the hall, โI hadnโt considered simply unlocking the front door.โ
It was possible she would think better of it in the morning. Best make good time now, while they could. It would be difficult to keep a pin in her during daylight.
He looked up at the rain-filled sky, gauging the time until dawn. He remembered belatedly that he has his phone in his pocket and a watch on his wrist, but he had spent so much of his life looking up at the sky to assess the time that he still didnโt use those things instinctively. And with daylight savings now and the ebb and flow of daylight hours with the seasons, his method was typically more accurate anyway.
He couldnโt muster gratitude. He was too spent for that, and it was still too early to know where this would go. The vampire proceeded with cautious optimism.
โItโs only water,โ Sasha replied. But it was probably the clothes Alice was worried about. Water could be hell on fine suede and delicate silk. He watched Alice as she walked past him, heading back to his abandoned car. โBut perhaps a dip in your showerโฆ?โ
A quick stop at the Timeless afforded both Sasha and Alice an opportunity to retrieve their coats, and more importantly, Aliceโs keys. He did promise not to break her door in.
Sasha didnโt need directions to find Aliceโs flat. Heโd researched her after all. He knew where she lived, and where some of her relatives lived as well. If he chose, he could have come and cornered her in her home, and not doing so was no matter of courtesy, but timing. When he knew for certain what was to be done about Alasdair, he simply couldnโt wait for her to return to her home.
โOf all the methods I devised to get into your flat, if I needed to,โ he muttered as they neared her place in the hall, โI hadnโt considered simply unlocking the front door.โ
You can detail it, I'll bring them there. I just fell behind, sorry.
@Life in Stasis Gotta say thanks for getting Roth to have my back. Hopefully this causes whatever plans Nariata had for my character to go awry xD
It seemed to make sense that if a young elf was in trouble, Rothelion would have no choice but to help him. Even if he thinks this entire "hero party" is a mistake.
@Holy Soldier I think they're sacking the heroes, who happen to be in an already-sacked village.
โBrandy.โ Roth considered it a moment. He was dehydrated, but spirits werenโt going to do much to help with that. There was also something about the corpses pinned up on the wall that put off his thirst. Not to mention all the ones heโd stepped over on the way in. โAfraid Iโll have to pass, thanks.โ
What a dupe.
Rothelion wasnโt sure what heโd believed when heโd seen the posters requesting would-be โheroesโ to join some Grand Wizard in a quest that would somehow set things right and pull the world out of this fetid, rotten hell. Initially heโd dismissed the posters but they reappeared so often, so fervently, and word spread so fast and so ubiquitously that eventually, Roth couldnโt ignore the call.
It was either ride to meet this Grand Wizard, if only to hear him out, or do nothing and watch the world be consumed by madness. He was a capable elf, so if this journey of Muladโs showed any merit at all, he was certain he could be an asset. But in all likelihood it was some naive, half-cocked plan spun up by a madman who had burned half his mind after a lifetime of magic use.
And for the most part, he was right on that. What Rothelion hadnโt expected was the company.
A gaggle of humans, a young elfโneither Lebethron or Andrann by the look of him, a unique looking woman that didnโt appear quite human, and a gnoll. A gnoll had answered the call, which insinuated that it at some point in its life had first learned to read. But, Rothelion remembered, it shared the same shattered world with everyone else. Suppose he shouldnโt be completely blown over.
What should surprise him was that Rothelion himself had shown up for this embarrassing amalgam of fools. Gods, he knew he had been more than wayward for the past couple of decades, but to think he had sunk this low to find himself in this sad little lot of suicidal adventurersโฆ and the make things worse, a fellow elf was here to witness Rothelion finally hitting rock bottom.
That was it. Roth was leaving.
โWell, it was a pleasure meeting you all.โ He stood up from his reclined position near a table. โEspecially the well spoken gnoll, though I canโt say Iโve ever labored under the misconception that they like hot water. But I think Iโve made a mistake. Iโm going to head on before I choke on all this ins...pir...aโฆโ
Rothelion felt the pit of his stomach tighten. The weight of dark magic was pressing in on his skin, suddenly robbing him of breath. Whatโs more, the bodies in the tavern had begun twitching. The staff came off Rothโs shoulder and spun as he gradually turned himself around, assessing his space and surroundings.
โAye,โ he agreed with the other Mul elf whoโd arrived. A fluid motion, and the wooden skull mask settled back over his face. โOr someone led them straight to us.โ Just as he thought. Traveling with this haphazard assembly of future-cadavers was just begging for death.
A swift swing of his bladed staff neatly removed the head of an animating corpse on the wall nearby, but still more were rising. If Roth was going to defend himself, he was going to need space to properly use his weapon.
Bracing himself with one hand against a glassless window, Rothelion deftly hopped backwards out of the tavern into the grass outside. The thought occurred to him that he could run, but the more this party scattered, they more they were in danger of being picked off one by one. Although he had no desire to join the Grand Wizardโs little gang, he couldnโt simply leave them to die.
The fellow elf passed nearby, battling his way past reanimated corpses as he made toward the source of the dark magic: cultists, why not. The mindless, shuffling undead were only puppets after all, there had to be someone holding their strings. It wasnโt going to be more priestesses.
Roth sighed, jogging after his kin as seemed most right to do. He hopped between the fallen corpses in his wake, pausing only once to stab one through the neck that still seemed to be moving, despite being cleaved in twain. A flick of the curved blade put an end to that.
โYouโre dressed like you know how to handle yourself in a fight,โ Rothelion called to his elven brother, edging toward him lend aid but still far enough away that he could swing his staff at full length. Still, the centrifuge of Eovaineโs blades dotted Rothelionโs skull mask with bits of viscera. The impact of it had compelled a noise of vomitous disgust from the elder elf. โFor the love ofโฆ but you rush in like someone who canโt wait for his funeral. The cultists are the source of this. Aid me in attacking them.โ
What a dupe.
Rothelion wasnโt sure what heโd believed when heโd seen the posters requesting would-be โheroesโ to join some Grand Wizard in a quest that would somehow set things right and pull the world out of this fetid, rotten hell. Initially heโd dismissed the posters but they reappeared so often, so fervently, and word spread so fast and so ubiquitously that eventually, Roth couldnโt ignore the call.
It was either ride to meet this Grand Wizard, if only to hear him out, or do nothing and watch the world be consumed by madness. He was a capable elf, so if this journey of Muladโs showed any merit at all, he was certain he could be an asset. But in all likelihood it was some naive, half-cocked plan spun up by a madman who had burned half his mind after a lifetime of magic use.
And for the most part, he was right on that. What Rothelion hadnโt expected was the company.
A gaggle of humans, a young elfโneither Lebethron or Andrann by the look of him, a unique looking woman that didnโt appear quite human, and a gnoll. A gnoll had answered the call, which insinuated that it at some point in its life had first learned to read. But, Rothelion remembered, it shared the same shattered world with everyone else. Suppose he shouldnโt be completely blown over.
What should surprise him was that Rothelion himself had shown up for this embarrassing amalgam of fools. Gods, he knew he had been more than wayward for the past couple of decades, but to think he had sunk this low to find himself in this sad little lot of suicidal adventurersโฆ and the make things worse, a fellow elf was here to witness Rothelion finally hitting rock bottom.
That was it. Roth was leaving.
โWell, it was a pleasure meeting you all.โ He stood up from his reclined position near a table. โEspecially the well spoken gnoll, though I canโt say Iโve ever labored under the misconception that they like hot water. But I think Iโve made a mistake. Iโm going to head on before I choke on all this ins...pir...aโฆโ
Rothelion felt the pit of his stomach tighten. The weight of dark magic was pressing in on his skin, suddenly robbing him of breath. Whatโs more, the bodies in the tavern had begun twitching. The staff came off Rothโs shoulder and spun as he gradually turned himself around, assessing his space and surroundings.
โAye,โ he agreed with the other Mul elf whoโd arrived. A fluid motion, and the wooden skull mask settled back over his face. โOr someone led them straight to us.โ Just as he thought. Traveling with this haphazard assembly of future-cadavers was just begging for death.
A swift swing of his bladed staff neatly removed the head of an animating corpse on the wall nearby, but still more were rising. If Roth was going to defend himself, he was going to need space to properly use his weapon.
Bracing himself with one hand against a glassless window, Rothelion deftly hopped backwards out of the tavern into the grass outside. The thought occurred to him that he could run, but the more this party scattered, they more they were in danger of being picked off one by one. Although he had no desire to join the Grand Wizardโs little gang, he couldnโt simply leave them to die.
The fellow elf passed nearby, battling his way past reanimated corpses as he made toward the source of the dark magic: cultists, why not. The mindless, shuffling undead were only puppets after all, there had to be someone holding their strings. It wasnโt going to be more priestesses.
Roth sighed, jogging after his kin as seemed most right to do. He hopped between the fallen corpses in his wake, pausing only once to stab one through the neck that still seemed to be moving, despite being cleaved in twain. A flick of the curved blade put an end to that.
โYouโre dressed like you know how to handle yourself in a fight,โ Rothelion called to his elven brother, edging toward him lend aid but still far enough away that he could swing his staff at full length. Still, the centrifuge of Eovaineโs blades dotted Rothelionโs skull mask with bits of viscera. The impact of it had compelled a noise of vomitous disgust from the elder elf. โFor the love ofโฆ but you rush in like someone who canโt wait for his funeral. The cultists are the source of this. Aid me in attacking them.โ
Comfortable with my skipping ahead to Alice's flat?
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