I love creating writing and I am here to practice the art form.
I'm in nursing school and I am a husband to a beautiful woman and a father to an active 1 year old. I'm new to this type of Roleplaying but I'm excited to play. Hit me up, make me your friend, I'm generally always up to roleplay.
"...and then it stomped on the guys head and mashed it into pudding!" Teddy said in a quiet voice as he handed Wilhelm some chopped apples.
"Teddy I'm tired of hearing about your damn horse!" Wilhelm said to his friend.
"I... that horse is crazy Willy!" Teddy leaned in conspiratorially, "I'm afraid he's gonna kill me!" he whispered.
"That horse loves you more than your own mother," Willy replied, stirring the cauldron, "all things considered you should count yourself lucky."
"Doesn't love me more than your mother," Teddy smiled as he stuck his head over the cauldron and took a big whiff, "It smells good Willy, when you get home you can add an inn to your dad's bakery!"
"If we get home you mean," Willy said thoughtfully. The boys stopped talking when Corporal Heine walked by and waved. They waved back but the Corporal was gone before he saw it. Teddy took advantage of the moment to grab an apple and walk over to the Sarge. He sat down on the stool and took a bite.
After a few moments he spoke up in a quiet voice. "Sarge," he whispered, not looking up, "....I killed two men, sir." He said it quickly, like he was confessing to his dad and was afraid of how much trouble he was going to be in. He took another bite of his apple and chewed for a moment. "My horse killed like, three, or five, I don't know, he's loony, but he saved my life." Teddy glanced up and caught Sergeant Hecht's eye.
"Then you should thank him," Hect said, still casually enjoying his own apple and looking straight back into Teddy's eye. Then he stopped and his face became very serious, "I killed someone too Teddy, this is war, this is what we have to do." He pointed in the direction of the graves where the people who lived in the house were buried, "because if we don't, then we're telling them that that's okay, and it's not okay, is it Teddy?" Teddy shook his head slowly in the negative, "I don't think so either." The Sergeant turned to look out the window and took another big bite of his apple.
"Thank you Sarge," Teddy said, then he quickly got up, grabbed another apple and shoved it in his inner coat pocket before heading out the door towards the stables. He patted his friend Willy on the shoulder on his way out.
The yard was a bustle of activity, people were shuffling the wounded around and tending the horses. Teddy walked up to a particular cot that had a pretty young blond friend of his he wanted to check on. "Well hi there," he said in his coolest sounding voice, Anja was mostly covered up so he couldn't see how badly she was hurt, but she looked really tired, and a pang of worry hit his belly like a bucket of ice water. "Ar.. are you okay?" he said in sincere concern, "I heard you were one of the first through the line and took a canon to the face? That's pretty bad ass if I don't say so my... OOF!" Suddenly his horse Sir Briggs nuzzled him so affectionately that it knocked him to the ground! The horse was whinnying happily and prancing a bit. Then he tried to stick his hungry maw into Teddy's jacket. Laughing, Teddy said, "Hold on, hold on you crazy old horse, I'll get it for you," he pulled the fresh apple from his pocket, "take it before you kill me too," he said, smiling. As Teddy got to his feet he looked over and saw that Anja had started softly chuckling too.
"Have I ever seen the sun before this day? I'm sorry, this isn't really the place for it, but I have to put it down for posterity, for my mind will allow me nothing else. My heart is a slave! Her name, her name is Sarah, a goddess among us. We met while while I was giving a lecture at the college she attended, she's almost 20 years my junior. It's true I thought she was cute, and working with her the last few years has been delightful. I had no idea how much my affection had grown though until now. She's... incredible to say the least. Agh! my scientific mind doesn't speak well the languages of love, but my heart is driving me mad!
She is in all my thoughts, all my worries! My world turns at the next moment I can see her! Why WHY! do I feel this way! My work is suffering, but what matter is work when a man is in love? Let me tell you everything I know about her: Her favorite color is Pink, so typical I know, but alluring; she has porcelain skin and bright blue eyes. She has so many talents and somehow we talk about a million different things, I... I can't even remember them. I remember just her face, her beautiful face looking at me like I'm the most powerful thing in her world. I love the way she looks at me, and I love to look at her.
This is my science log, I'm sorry to waste the time, I have very important things to get to. We have been manipulating physical structures monitoring the flow of biogenic energy, it doesn't work like electricity, it's more... sublime. Sublime like my heart in the presence of my angel, my muse, my Sarah.....
What can I do, I'm hopelessly in love, I can only hope she loves me as much as I love her.
Ruby's fiery palm smacked against Annabelle's face and burned half of it off. "OOOUUCH!!" she said, well, half said because she didn't have much of a jaw anymore. Her one eye was wide open, the other burnt off, and what was left of her mouth turned up in a smile. "You're a feisty bitch! You ruined my look!" She raised her leg and kicked the young, blind girl back into the room she came out of. "God, I can only see half of what I'm looking for. HAHAHHAHA!!" She laughed at her own joke as she turned back to the computer screen and plucked the keys trying to figure out the mechanism.
That's clever, offers a timeless perspective on world events. People change so much so fast it's easy to forget what life was like even 50 years ago and to mention 500 years ago.
The sky was clear, the sun was bright over head and a salty breeze blew in from the sea. For a few moments the only sounds were the cawing of the birds and the soft slapping of the waves as they broke against the beach and the docks. The ground of the beachhead was scorched and ruined, sand and rock were strewn about impact craters telling a violent story of the fight which seemed to come from no where. A young pink-haired girl, tired and weak, had fallen to her knees and was propping herself up with a blacked and smoking sword. A small, blue tinted dog was on his hind legs trying to lick her face, worry etched in his body language.
Solemnly the people of the village began to pick up rubble and shuffle debris, beginning to form order out of all the chaos. It was not the first time one of Draygon's followers had attacked their village, though usually they were more prepared to fight. The incursion with the spider brood left them weak and open, and it was only bad luck that Jabberwocky, one of the worst of the lot, had been close enough to take advantage of the weakened town, and now they paid for it with the death of their strongest warrior, Kensu Thunderfist. The people mourned quietly, being familiar enough with grief to understand how to cope and begin to heal.
Eight older members of the village walked to Kensu's body, one of them carrying a canvas sail taken from one of their boats. They lovingly brushed the dust off his face and cleaned what blood they could to help him look presentable in his passing. They wrapped him in the canvas and took him down into the village where he would be prepared for their burial ritual. A young man walked up to Sarah and offered his hand to help her up. He was shirtless and tan, wearing some loose fitting shorts with various belts and straps. His hair was long, black, and curled into ringlets; and his body was covered in various, nautical tattoos.
"Hello Oracle," he said warmly, "My name is Steven. You've been through much, I'd much rather give you a proper introduction to our village," he smiled as he helped her to her feet. "First let's get you some food, hot water for bathing, and some rest. I'll take you to Kensu's hut, follow me." He felt tired, the effects of the spider venom and the gas, as well as the adrenaline of the attack from the monster was only going to last so long, but he needed to get her to the hut and then take care of his own family. She was first priority though, she was one of the Oracles. Her kinds were worshipped almost like living deities by the people of the village. She had shown that she had great strength, compassion, and goodwill, this confirmed in Steven that their worship had not been misplaced.
Kensu's hut was directly on the water, it hadn't been damaged in the recent fights. Amara, Steven's aunt, had brought some bread, cheese, and salt cured fish and left them on a plate on the table. Moana, Steven's little sister, had already filled the bath with sea water and lit the fire underneath. The people of the village were of one mind, that they needed to take care of their new visitor, their new Savior. Steven led the pink haired girl over to cot opposite to the table with the food. "There's a pull cord with a bell, if you ring it someone will come to attend to you. Please, you are home here." Steven bowed and smiled and backed out of the door, leaving Sarah alone in the quiet, peaceful room that belonged to, or used to belong to, Master Kensu.
a young man led Sarah to Kensu's old room to bathe, eat, and recuperate her strength. The villagers are beginning to clean up and rebuild. SETTING: In Kensu's room there is an old computer that works! The use of the computer should come intuitively to Sarah, it doesn't have any complicated or difficult operating system, and it is touch screen. On the computer are the "Sacred Documents" that Kensu had of the island. The content of these documents we can hash out a little in the Discord so you'll have what background information you need to create your post.
[center][h3][b]Discord = Maglar#3742[/b][/h3][/center]
I love creating writing and I am here to practice the art form.
I'm in nursing school and I am a husband to a beautiful woman and a father to an active 1 year old. I'm new to this type of Roleplaying but I'm excited to play. Hit me up, make me your friend, I'm generally always up to roleplay.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b">Discord = Maglar#3742</span></div></div><br><br>I love creating writing and I am here to practice the art form.<br><br>I'm in nursing school and I am a husband to a beautiful woman and a father to an active 1 year old. I'm new to this type of Roleplaying but I'm excited to play. Hit me up, make me your friend, I'm generally always up to roleplay.<br><br></div>