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I am Sparrow! The thuper cewl gai!
I apologise, I won't do that again.

Roleplay Count (Past and Present): 7
Team Nova: The Lost Colony - Aura Kalino
Conduits: an inFamous RP - Kei Papillion
When Darkness Collides - Vosteth Calura
Darkness Within - Goram Dorr
Forbidden Love - Silvano Agrippa, Coventina Agrippa, Valari Corinthos, Gregory Bennett
Welcome to Santa Somabra - Lilith Altessa
Ashes of Orvell - Setting Construction

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@my LaliaO.O I sense a catfight in the near future... Or more accurately a snake/fish fight.
@True Night Oh dear... Looks like Goram is first up on the Siren chopping block.
"C'mere boy," Hoska spoke, motioning for young Goram to approach him as he worked the forge, his large hammer weighted down in his grip. Goram had been staring out at the bustling streets when he was brought from his reverie by his father's voice, turning back to look at the rest of the workshop.

If it wasn't for the sweltering heat, and constant sound of metal on metal, the workshop would have been a pleasant place to spend the day. Hesitant at first to go near a man with a large hammer in his hand, Goram slowly wandered over to the forge. "Now, Goram, see the glow as the metal heats?" Hoska pulled the metal onto the anvil quickly with his gloved hand. "Gotta be quick, son; reheating metal never ends well."

*****


Goram observed the strange woman as her appearance became clearer in the torchlight, though it was hard to make out anything distinct with the dark of the dungeon still creeping in, the edges of the torch's glare like flimsy barriers, waiting to collapse. Lady Mariah Amor, she said her name was, a familiar name the Goram knew well. He had seen her on occasion as he made his rounds with the noble families, but had never spoken to her before now. He noticed the sadness in her eyes as she finished, commenting on the situation they were in.

"Indeed... But, despite the circumstances," he began his reply, curling his lips into as gentle a smile as he could. "I still think it is a pleasure to meet you, miss Amor." Goram was never normally one for pleasantries and courting, but he would never forgive himself he didn't at least try and cheer her up; even if they're current predicament was far less than satisfactory. "I'm Goram Dorr; most nobles know me as the Master Blacksmith, but, you're welcome to just call me Goram."

Goram heard footsteps nearby, and so turned to see the source. The young woman who had directed him to the dungeon was now leading others down as well, more victims of the venerated Lord Nixus. The first was a maiden, familiar in face and yet unrecognisable... Something dreadful must have happened to her, Goram thought to himself. But then, this wasn't the kind of place for happy people to frequent.

A short time later, a young man was being escorted down into the dark. Goram thought he recognised Kipling Baye, though he couldn't tell, as he had only dealt with his workers, and not the man himself. Whoever he was, however, he was kicking up quite the fuss; the dungeon was quickly filled with his screams of protest and aggressive behaviour as he attempted to escape his cage, but to no avail.

After the man had gone deafly silent, another was brought in, though he appeared to be unconscious; whether he had fainted or had been drugged, Goram couldn't tell. He was placed inside one of the other cages, the prison emitting a substantial amount of light compared to the others alongside it. Seeing the unconscious man slowly awaken, he watched as he attempted to break the glass cage, though his attempts were just as futile as the last man who tried. He was surprised to hear him shout, though his cage was a fair distance away, and he couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say.

Turning back to Mariah, he could feel the silence as the two of them had nothing more to say. Feeling a slight draft, Goram began to notice her shivering, reacting much more to the cold temperature. Moving closer, he gently moved her towards the nearby torch, so as to help her keep warm. "You don't seem to like the cold," he spoke, looking up at the dancing flames, a strange tinge of fear sparking in the back of his mind. Standing beneath the dim light of the torch, he stared out at the rest of the dungeon, anticipating the arrival of the others.
From what I've read so far, this sounds very intriguing. I am very interested to be apart of this project!
@NarcissisticPotatoI've played Portal 2, I've seen what an angry potato can do.
Aura watched in horror as the two passengers slowly got to their feet, scratching his head as he waited for them to steady themselves and get their bearings. Waiting patiently, he pretty much already knew what he was going to do when he got out of his chair, but Aura had the common courtesy to wait for someone to at least give him orders first. But no matter what they say, my baby comes first. He was relieved to hear the Hero wanted him to check on the ship anyway, and so he hopped out from his chair and rushed out the open door.

As he meticulously went over every inch of the ship, summing up the damage, he couldn't help but feel undermanned without Giza helping him with repairs. Releasing a light sigh, he put that thought in the back of his mind as he got back to work. "Damn meteor showers, ruining my day..." As he worked well into the night, seemingly tuning out everyone else as he worked, he began to inspect the surrounding landscape to calm his mind, admiring the beauty of the jagged, mountainous region they had landed in.
@True Night I think you may have just broken everyone from cuteness overdose... >.>
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Can I get a mini-Goram dancing in a pot please?


Come on, you can't have a Groot reference without a baby Groot reference as well!
Aura was about to glare at Adrian for bursting into his pilot room uninvited, but was interrupted when he heard the cry from Hero about the impending meteor shower. Oh boy... Looking at his radar, he saw the shower quickly headed straight for the ship. Gesturing for Adrian to run back to his seat, he swiftly took the controls, pushing on the throttle and zooming the ship down towards the planet. As the meteor shower quickly engulfed them, Aura cursed under his breath as he began making every manoeuvre he could, descending to the planet surface fast.

As he broke the atmosphere, narrowly escaping the meteor shower, Aura's eyes went wide at the sight of the planet up close. What at first appeared to be peaceful and calm, became suddenly rocky and jagged, with nary a landing spot in sight; and the Mighty Light wasn't slowing down. "Buckle up guys," Aura cried to the others, as he did his best to pull up, keeping an eye out for a landing spot. Unfortunately, he didn't pull up fast enough, as he felt the ship surge forward after scraping across the top of a large jagged rock poking up from the surface. Quickly losing control, Aura steadied as best as he could, until the ship eventually landed with a crash at the bottom of a steep, rocky mountain. "Sorry!"
@KeploThat's an excellent point. At this rate we'll be calling ourselves 'Guardians of the Nixus'.
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