It has been years since I read the first three books. Went to check them out from the library with no luck.
I could make a second character.
I could make a second character.
Meleck
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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
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People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!
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@Meleckone thing wrong with your backstory rangers choose their apprentices people just can't give a ranger a apprentice
Easily fixed. ;)
If your open for another.
Name: Flick
Age: 15
Appearance: Flick is a young woman, thin, Tomboyish by her dress, with red hair and blue eyes. Her skin is pale and she has freckles.
Apprenticeship:ranger apprentice
Bio : Flick was a street child growing up in a small costal village. Her father was a fisherman and her mother died in child birth along with her little brother when she was eight. Flick grew up helping her father, but “fishing isn’t women’s work,” he would say and would leave her in port when he would go out for more than an afternoon. She was allowed to weave and mend the nets and learned how to handle a knife a bit. She learned the more womanly parts of life from her mother. She could read and write, could do some numbers, sew clothing enough, and of course cook and clean.
After her father was lost at sea, she was given to apprentice with the rangers. She had discovered a group of smugglers. She took some matters into her own hands, she managed to get aboard their little ship and scuttled it. When the got their hands on her, she fought with everything she had. But a teenage girl against adult men is not much of a fight. A ranger stepped in to save her. He chose her to Be given the chance to train as an apprentice
Her strength is her wits and her stubbornness.
Her weakness is her physical strength. She needs to fight smarter not harder.
Her secret dream is to be a courier, even though that training would have needed to start years before and she is not of a high enough station.
Extras: love the books
Age: 15
Appearance: Flick is a young woman, thin, Tomboyish by her dress, with red hair and blue eyes. Her skin is pale and she has freckles.
Apprenticeship:ranger apprentice
Bio : Flick was a street child growing up in a small costal village. Her father was a fisherman and her mother died in child birth along with her little brother when she was eight. Flick grew up helping her father, but “fishing isn’t women’s work,” he would say and would leave her in port when he would go out for more than an afternoon. She was allowed to weave and mend the nets and learned how to handle a knife a bit. She learned the more womanly parts of life from her mother. She could read and write, could do some numbers, sew clothing enough, and of course cook and clean.
After her father was lost at sea, she was given to apprentice with the rangers. She had discovered a group of smugglers. She took some matters into her own hands, she managed to get aboard their little ship and scuttled it. When the got their hands on her, she fought with everything she had. But a teenage girl against adult men is not much of a fight. A ranger stepped in to save her. He chose her to Be given the chance to train as an apprentice
Her strength is her wits and her stubbornness.
Her weakness is her physical strength. She needs to fight smarter not harder.
Her secret dream is to be a courier, even though that training would have needed to start years before and she is not of a high enough station.
Extras: love the books
Robert thought about. Ten miles was enough to take solders almost a day of walking. Not such a big difference to someone who can fly, he guessed. An equipped unit of soldiers would take longer.
He frowned for a moment then asked, “Why would you carry a map like that?” It was a dumb question to ask, because it did not matter.
There was more to her story than that. From what he knew, she was probably one of three things: a noble, messenger, scout, or merchant. She clearly wasn’t a merchant, if she would she would be more upset about her things. A scout seemed unlikely as she would have tried to escape or used something as a weapon. A noble would mean there would be soldiers coming to look for her. That would probably mean bloodshed and then war. A messenger was most likely.
He said, “It is times like thins that I wish I had wings. It is probably only an hour or two to fly to town, but a day by horse.” She sighed and continued, “They would probably try to sell the map in town town to old Finn. Bandits tend not to as ambitious as to go to the guard or mayor.”
Finn was the closest thing to a thieves guild master and fence in the area. If there was smuggling, thievery, or other criminal activity odds are Finn had his hands in it. Finn had been the one to teach him to pick locks and jimmy doors and windows when he ran away from home one summer as a child. He acted and still tries to act like a father to Robert. Their relationship was strained when bandits raided the family’s mining operation because someone said they had struck gold. It was a lie. The raiders hurt people.
Robert started working on two plans in his mind. The first was to offer to take the map and go investigate and bring something back that Finn could sell in the capital city. The second had to do forgery. As a child thief, he was sent to steal a copy of the mayor’s signet. It wasn’t hard, as the son of a prosperous land holder, he was allowed to attend the fall Galia. When the evening winded down, he helped the mayor up to his room and pressed a copy of the ring into clay. He also stole a letter from his lord with the wax seal intact and his signature. This he hid from Finn. Treason, was farther than he wanted to go. It had taken Robert years to figure out how to lift the imprint. Going from a flour cast up to harder and harder materials till he could make a silver press with the seals. Now he had a small collection of seals and signatures of nobles and officials. School had helped him as he corresponded with other nobles and officials about iron ore and lumber. He could trade those to Finn for the map and some equipment. The trick with forgery is the paper and inks. Robert had spent purses of gold coins buying paper and ink from different parts of the kingdom and trade partners. He would not hand that over to Finn. Let the man do his own work. But he didn’t want her to think he was a thief, this had all become an academic study for him. This is also why his family’s signet had different chart coils and edges. It was harder to copy.
He turned his attention to the core question that really did matter, “How long do we have to recover it and get you to where you should be?”
He then asked her, “What weapon do you fight with, Wren?”
@AmberTheAlbedo
He frowned for a moment then asked, “Why would you carry a map like that?” It was a dumb question to ask, because it did not matter.
There was more to her story than that. From what he knew, she was probably one of three things: a noble, messenger, scout, or merchant. She clearly wasn’t a merchant, if she would she would be more upset about her things. A scout seemed unlikely as she would have tried to escape or used something as a weapon. A noble would mean there would be soldiers coming to look for her. That would probably mean bloodshed and then war. A messenger was most likely.
He said, “It is times like thins that I wish I had wings. It is probably only an hour or two to fly to town, but a day by horse.” She sighed and continued, “They would probably try to sell the map in town town to old Finn. Bandits tend not to as ambitious as to go to the guard or mayor.”
Finn was the closest thing to a thieves guild master and fence in the area. If there was smuggling, thievery, or other criminal activity odds are Finn had his hands in it. Finn had been the one to teach him to pick locks and jimmy doors and windows when he ran away from home one summer as a child. He acted and still tries to act like a father to Robert. Their relationship was strained when bandits raided the family’s mining operation because someone said they had struck gold. It was a lie. The raiders hurt people.
Robert started working on two plans in his mind. The first was to offer to take the map and go investigate and bring something back that Finn could sell in the capital city. The second had to do forgery. As a child thief, he was sent to steal a copy of the mayor’s signet. It wasn’t hard, as the son of a prosperous land holder, he was allowed to attend the fall Galia. When the evening winded down, he helped the mayor up to his room and pressed a copy of the ring into clay. He also stole a letter from his lord with the wax seal intact and his signature. This he hid from Finn. Treason, was farther than he wanted to go. It had taken Robert years to figure out how to lift the imprint. Going from a flour cast up to harder and harder materials till he could make a silver press with the seals. Now he had a small collection of seals and signatures of nobles and officials. School had helped him as he corresponded with other nobles and officials about iron ore and lumber. He could trade those to Finn for the map and some equipment. The trick with forgery is the paper and inks. Robert had spent purses of gold coins buying paper and ink from different parts of the kingdom and trade partners. He would not hand that over to Finn. Let the man do his own work. But he didn’t want her to think he was a thief, this had all become an academic study for him. This is also why his family’s signet had different chart coils and edges. It was harder to copy.
He turned his attention to the core question that really did matter, “How long do we have to recover it and get you to where you should be?”
He then asked her, “What weapon do you fight with, Wren?”
@AmberTheAlbedo
“Well, I am willing to try,” Robert said. A lot of thoughts went through his mind, First, she was a woman and a beautiful one at that. Second, she had access to different knowledge and magic that he would like to learn. Third, A war on his front yard would be inconvenient. Finally, he was tired of the bandits raiding parties form his country blaming the Forbidden Kingdom. Yes, there were robbers from both sides that crossed the boarders.
He leaned back in his chair then asked, “Was it near where I found you or should we just art our search in town?”
The metal ore in the blast furnace started to pop, as the heat broke down the chemical reactions. Making liquid metal and slag. It would take a few hours to get the metal completely refined.
Robert could think of one shop that might deal with the map. The owner was not reputable but collected some curiosities.
He leaned back in his chair then asked, “Was it near where I found you or should we just art our search in town?”
The metal ore in the blast furnace started to pop, as the heat broke down the chemical reactions. Making liquid metal and slag. It would take a few hours to get the metal completely refined.
Robert could think of one shop that might deal with the map. The owner was not reputable but collected some curiosities.
Damon and Ivy
"I told you what I want from you Ma'am. The world is in danger and I need it saved. So the future I'm from never exists, there's a company called The Genesis Corporation there a biochemical & pharmaceutical company. They were established a few months ago, coincidentally two months before "The Incident". There going to unveil a cure for people with abilities, let's just say the side effects are horrific at all costs I need you to work on getting them shut down once they premier to the public, no matter what it takes. Also I need you to find me in this timeline and gave me this" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a syringe with a strange purple liquid in it and handed it to the Governor. "I need you to inject me with it, this will allow me to gain my time powers in this timeline rather then in the dystopian future I've come for in return if you help me gain my powers six years earlier you can have him. "Damon waved his hand and a shimmering noise was heard and Tyler waltzed forward confused. "MOM HELP IM" Then with a wave he vanished. "I can control space and time, basically I've allowed him to escape the murder but trapped him in a temporal spatial loop. You find present me, mold me and use me to help you stop the Genesis Corporation, you can also help me learn how to use my powers to free your son from the loop and have him back here take this it's a flash drive of instructions on how to use my powers." He also handed her the flash drive marked "Damon". "You know what to do Ma'am."
She slid the injectable and the thumb drive into her pocket then ran to her son. The good part about being governor is that you have access to a lot of personal data on people. She would start looking into both of these things early tomorrow. John had taught her not to talk to the people in charge for something like this. A low level clerk could pull up an address and a phone number from his tax forms. But she would try the phone book at the internet before getting into anything that could be questionable use of power.
She ran to Tyler, grabbing him in a hug and dragged him to the couch to try to explain all that was going on and the why’s. She failed as such things are not rational. He did notice the newspaper article about her becoming president. But he did not ask.
He looked at her and said, “I noticed the wing when I picked you up.” He paused to let her understand. “Many of my neighbors would have done you in or have done worse than that to you. I am not my neighbors and I mean you and yours no harm,” he said calmly. “I am,” he thought for a moment,” a scholar. I’ve learned a little medicine, a little engineering, a little about languages and lore, and a bit tinker. From my grandmother, I’ve learned a little healing magic that her grandparents learned in the Forbidden Kingdom and passed on.” He down played how much he actually knew about medicine and engineering.
“I used a bit of the magic on you to help your bite wound and then bandaged you,” he said proudly.
“You are an enigma. Someone who holds a key to other knowledge,” he said like this was the answer to everything.
@AmberTheAlbedo
“I used a bit of the magic on you to help your bite wound and then bandaged you,” he said proudly.
“You are an enigma. Someone who holds a key to other knowledge,” he said like this was the answer to everything.
@AmberTheAlbedo
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Cilia rubbed legs to try to get them to relax. Sleep had helped but, she was still not use to running that much. Now her mind was racing like a three-year-old on sugar.
At the call and response occurred with the stranger as they prepared for the day's journey, Cilia was ready to quail. This was becoming a more natural response to the world. Then Axley's comments were not purely glowing in a positive way did not help. Because of the circles that Axley worked in, this one could be anyone from a womanizer, a conman, a cheat. or a crappy tipper. Heck! It could be even worse a former boyfriend. If that was the case, Cilia would take Axley's side and give him the cold shoulder too. Men do not understand and had a different view of these things.
On the other hand, she was excited to have another warrior for their group. Maybe he could teach her something or even better he might have a book on him. If he had a book and was Axley's ex, she would have to think about the situation.
As she got closer to the stranger, she looked at him intently, trying to judge what she thought. She liked the pockets, lots of places to put stuff. Women's clothing doesn't have enough pockets she thought. It also made her think that he had a lot of secrets he was trying to hide or maybe he had poison in one of those pockets. She wanted to get closer to see his stuff. Maybe, he would have a bow or a crossbow. She could learn to shoot that.
They really needed one as the Jerky wasn't going to last. She would have to ask if he knew how to tie a rabbit snare, she was going to ask Snow and forgot. The fresh meat would lift their spirits. The new comer had his hand near his sword meaning he was ready from trouble and he wasn't sure if he trusted them. It was okay, she wasn't sure if she trusted him yet either.
She moved off a little in a flanking motion still a ways away looking like she was checking for rabbit tracks, which she was. But she also watche watched Fergus, Snow, Axley, and Sasuke Stormwind. Interested in how this interaction was going to go.
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