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Kers was born and bred for a single purpose. His race was symbiotic to your family. They were strong but in order for the race to survive they formed a pact with the humans. Kers was picked from the litter to be hers. Raise to be a shield to her from the rest of the world. The races ability to mimic a creatures abilities was legendary. Any type of attack once seen could be duplicated. This made the race the perfect protectors against the unknown.
Today was the day they would set out into the world. Your character was a summoner and you would have to find them and defeat them in battle to earn their blessing.
Today was the day they would set out into the world. Your character was a summoner and you would have to find them and defeat them in battle to earn their blessing.
Vivian hugs you back. As you leave the hug she smiles at you. "I will like it more when it grows out a little. I would rather Amanda not leave but she does have a life that cant just be dropped." When she hears you mention the old woman she reflexively laughs forgetting the mic she looks like a silent movie. Vivian recovers and puts the mic to her throat. "She is an ancient mid thirties." She pulls out her phone and shows you a picture of the aunt in law. She is not family and more Italian then American her English is getting better but she has trouble translating sarcasm. Lets eat I'm starved." (will add more RL calls)
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Guessing the wording has me scratching my temple. Kids? What is the age? "Going out" seems kind of vague and open to interpretation. Could you elaborate more either here or a PM?
@Jangel13 (I don't know what happened but I would apologize for the lateness.)
The chieftain dismissed you but not before giving you a shroud. "This is from the drow. It will hide your true form and let you stay unnoticed in the city. The you will be in the ethereal plane but the negative is while in this ethereal state, you will be unable to interact with physical objects. You may pass through walls and non living matter. Thrizel will be your guide to the tunnel then seal it behind you."
Thrizel was one hunched over goblin. Probably from digging his whole life he carried a pickaxe on his back. His rags covered the essentials and his eyes were pitch black. "Me show you the way then me get freedom. You follow me now." As Thrizel turned you saw the bag strapeped to his back. it looked full and heavy. He lead you through a network of tunnels and shafts some needing a rope to navigate. He stopped in the near pitch darkness only lite was the very small torch he held. The goblin pointed at a small hole that you would have to crawl threw on your stomach. "You in then me be free. The end is only a finger left to dig through." As you entered the hole and tried you best not to think about being buried alive you heard some singing from the goblin. "Free me, free me, soon me be free whee." You heard a strange hissing sound. The thought brought your mind to Grizzel. The thought also gripped you with dread as you doubled your speed. Making a fist you punched through the thin pack of dirt just in time to be shot out of the hole like a cannon. In the air you saw the massive city of night. You headed toward a spire of stalagmite intricately carved you impossibly made it threw the window like arch to slide across the floor into a chair. The room was empty.
In the room most of the furniture was carved stone. From the chairs to the bed posts it was chiseled the same way most races carve wood. You would think the amount of detail would render the furniture unable to support and type of stress. This was some ones study. Across the room opposite of the window was the door leading out to your right against the outer wall was a small book case. Although small was filled from top to bottom with volumes containing unreadable markings. In the center of the room was a reading table with a large candle half melted from hours of reading. The table only had one chair. The left wall held a tapestry of fine cloth depicting a symbol you fail to recognize as having any significance. The door was made of low quality iron. Before proceeding you look back out the window to se the smoke from the small hole you were shot out of. It was in the side of the cavern wall almost a hundred feet off the cities floor.
The chieftain dismissed you but not before giving you a shroud. "This is from the drow. It will hide your true form and let you stay unnoticed in the city. The you will be in the ethereal plane but the negative is while in this ethereal state, you will be unable to interact with physical objects. You may pass through walls and non living matter. Thrizel will be your guide to the tunnel then seal it behind you."
Thrizel was one hunched over goblin. Probably from digging his whole life he carried a pickaxe on his back. His rags covered the essentials and his eyes were pitch black. "Me show you the way then me get freedom. You follow me now." As Thrizel turned you saw the bag strapeped to his back. it looked full and heavy. He lead you through a network of tunnels and shafts some needing a rope to navigate. He stopped in the near pitch darkness only lite was the very small torch he held. The goblin pointed at a small hole that you would have to crawl threw on your stomach. "You in then me be free. The end is only a finger left to dig through." As you entered the hole and tried you best not to think about being buried alive you heard some singing from the goblin. "Free me, free me, soon me be free whee." You heard a strange hissing sound. The thought brought your mind to Grizzel. The thought also gripped you with dread as you doubled your speed. Making a fist you punched through the thin pack of dirt just in time to be shot out of the hole like a cannon. In the air you saw the massive city of night. You headed toward a spire of stalagmite intricately carved you impossibly made it threw the window like arch to slide across the floor into a chair. The room was empty.
In the room most of the furniture was carved stone. From the chairs to the bed posts it was chiseled the same way most races carve wood. You would think the amount of detail would render the furniture unable to support and type of stress. This was some ones study. Across the room opposite of the window was the door leading out to your right against the outer wall was a small book case. Although small was filled from top to bottom with volumes containing unreadable markings. In the center of the room was a reading table with a large candle half melted from hours of reading. The table only had one chair. The left wall held a tapestry of fine cloth depicting a symbol you fail to recognize as having any significance. The door was made of low quality iron. Before proceeding you look back out the window to se the smoke from the small hole you were shot out of. It was in the side of the cavern wall almost a hundred feet off the cities floor.
Dinner was delicious as it usually was. The wine was poured to add to the flavors cultivating your pallet. While doing the nightly ritual before going to bed you had looked in the bathroom mirror. You saw no visions of evil no apparitions of the dead coming to harm you. Instead you saw a vision of you. you felt empowered, After everything you had endured and been subjected to you were not only still alive but had recovered from your scars. The Eva before you was the definition of a survivor. You allowed yourself the luxury of a small smile.
Climbing into the large bed you turned off the lamp on the night stand and fell into a restful sleep. The sun woke you as it beamed into the room through the window. No change to the room the bruises on you were deep and a faded purple still visible. You dressed and walked to the smell of breakfast. As you turned the corner Vivian stood up and smiled at seeing you. She took steps toward you and looked like she had thought of a hug but then reconsidered. She raised a hand and waved at you. Putting her mic to her neck. "Morning Eva!" She stood there her hair was a little shorter and she wore a pair of sweat pants and sweat top.
Climbing into the large bed you turned off the lamp on the night stand and fell into a restful sleep. The sun woke you as it beamed into the room through the window. No change to the room the bruises on you were deep and a faded purple still visible. You dressed and walked to the smell of breakfast. As you turned the corner Vivian stood up and smiled at seeing you. She took steps toward you and looked like she had thought of a hug but then reconsidered. She raised a hand and waved at you. Putting her mic to her neck. "Morning Eva!" She stood there her hair was a little shorter and she wore a pair of sweat pants and sweat top.
K going to post.. Muhuwhahahhahha! XD
"That is ok, I could teach you. you have the ability and as under developed as it is I can help refine it. You will not be able to move worlds or do anything god like but simple small uses of your craft to make you a well rounded caster. In time I might even be able to teach you how to do variations of your healing art. I can teach you help plants grow or animal calm when you approach. To create small globes of light or extinguish fire. To focus your art to create small pools of water or freeze it into ice. Your healing are comes from your nature affinity. Druids witches and the like have this. It limits you but can be expanded to more then just simple healing. Of course the choice is yours. I'm just a spell and have no desires other then what I was cast to do, which is to help." The cat stretches, lays down and looks at you.
"Well its getting late. Soon I'll have to begin my work. I suppose you would like to return to your room. I don't sleep and if you say my name I shall appear." As the cat lowers its head it closes its eyes and starts to fade away.
"Well its getting late. Soon I'll have to begin my work. I suppose you would like to return to your room. I don't sleep and if you say my name I shall appear." As the cat lowers its head it closes its eyes and starts to fade away.
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