So sorry! Trying to get caught up. Family came in town for my birthday so that's made it even harder to find time.
NorthernGR
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STATUS: Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs* 7 yrs ago
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Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs*
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8 yrs ago
Hey you, yeah, you. You're a cool person, and I hope you have a good day/night/evening.
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8 yrs ago
I have returned to Guild, and so restarts the timer until I vanish without a word once again. As is tradition.
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8 yrs ago
*Looking at first post I ever made on RPG, it was 2 years ago.* HOW! HOW HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG!! WHAT!! HOW?!
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8 yrs ago
Heeelp... Dragon... Age origins... consuming.. SOUL... and....FREE TIME!!
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Either you're very bored or I'm very late to a post if you're checking my profile, either way, I am sorry.
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I did it!
Not my best work, but its somethin.
Not my best work, but its somethin.
Ronken had expected to feel something when he died. Regret, fear, joy. Something. But as he fell from the rooftop and crumpled pathetically into the harsh pavement, all he felt was a strange acceptance. He figured his luck would run out eventually, whether taking one too many knocks in the ring or crossing the wrong dealer. Looked like that time was now. Could've been worse, he guessed.
The drugs an adrenaline let him ignore the pain that no doubt would have driven him mad sober. Crimson filled in his mouth, one eye was blinded with pooling blood, and he thought he could see some bones poking out of his leg. He definitely should be feeling that.
Oh well. Nothing to do about it now. Just close your eyes, breath, and wait for it to end. On the brink of drifting off, the last thing Ronken heard was someone say, "You're not very good at this, are you?"
Which, while possibly true, did seem a touch rude to say to a dying man.
He felt something stroke his forehead, and then something a second later get pressed up against the same spot. Suddenly it was like the first high all over again, only a million times stronger, mixed with getting struck by lightning and the feeling after winning a fight. Which is to say, it felt really, really, good.
He could think clearer than he had in months. The almost perpetual fog in his mind cleared in an instant. The taste of blood in his mouth, gone. His bones mended and back in place, his broken skin sown back together.
He looked up to his savior, wiping the blood from his eye. It was his employer. Under other circumstances he would give a hearty 'I quit'. But seeing as she just managed to save his life, he was inclined to bite his tongue.
Ronken stood up and brushed himself off, eyeing 'Switch' warily. She may have saved his life, but it had just occurred to him that his life wouldn't have been threatened if not for her and that letter. "You're damn right you owe me a payme-"
She had that crystal stuff all over her.. Just like those monsters that cut him up! Was she a monster too?! Was she going to crouch down and tear him apart the second he turned his back? Was this some sort of plague that would turn her? Could his day get any more upsetting?
"What the hell is that! Why are ya like those beasts?" Ronken backed further into the alley and away from Switch, fists raised and ready to defend.
"Get away from me!" He yelled. "I've had enough magic, crystal shit, and stupid letters! Get AWAY!"
The drugs an adrenaline let him ignore the pain that no doubt would have driven him mad sober. Crimson filled in his mouth, one eye was blinded with pooling blood, and he thought he could see some bones poking out of his leg. He definitely should be feeling that.
Oh well. Nothing to do about it now. Just close your eyes, breath, and wait for it to end. On the brink of drifting off, the last thing Ronken heard was someone say, "You're not very good at this, are you?"
Which, while possibly true, did seem a touch rude to say to a dying man.
He felt something stroke his forehead, and then something a second later get pressed up against the same spot. Suddenly it was like the first high all over again, only a million times stronger, mixed with getting struck by lightning and the feeling after winning a fight. Which is to say, it felt really, really, good.
He could think clearer than he had in months. The almost perpetual fog in his mind cleared in an instant. The taste of blood in his mouth, gone. His bones mended and back in place, his broken skin sown back together.
He looked up to his savior, wiping the blood from his eye. It was his employer. Under other circumstances he would give a hearty 'I quit'. But seeing as she just managed to save his life, he was inclined to bite his tongue.
Ronken stood up and brushed himself off, eyeing 'Switch' warily. She may have saved his life, but it had just occurred to him that his life wouldn't have been threatened if not for her and that letter. "You're damn right you owe me a payme-"
She had that crystal stuff all over her.. Just like those monsters that cut him up! Was she a monster too?! Was she going to crouch down and tear him apart the second he turned his back? Was this some sort of plague that would turn her? Could his day get any more upsetting?
"What the hell is that! Why are ya like those beasts?" Ronken backed further into the alley and away from Switch, fists raised and ready to defend.
"Get away from me!" He yelled. "I've had enough magic, crystal shit, and stupid letters! Get AWAY!"
Sorry I'm really trying to get writing too, craziness around here too, along with not feeling well.
Sorry, meant to reply sooner but was a bit busy.
@chukklehed Welcome to the chaos! Glad to have ya. I like you character. Seems they'll mesh well with the others.
@Mokley At least for me I think what's left is fine. I'll try and get to work on a post.
@chukklehed Welcome to the chaos! Glad to have ya. I like you character. Seems they'll mesh well with the others.
@Mokley At least for me I think what's left is fine. I'll try and get to work on a post.
A SPECIAL TREAT YOU SAY!?!? UWEN IS IN!
Yeah I'd hate to lose whatever small bits of progress Ronken has had. Plus if we rebooted it I'm not sure how he would fit into it considering he is from an entirely different city and environment.
Oh, today was a good day! A very, very good day! It had started out good when Miss Crumsby let Uwen have some of the leftover porridge from yesterday. And it got even better! Uwen then got to play with some of the village children. And then, then! When Uwen went back to the stable for his afternoon nap, he found a letter! For him! He never got mail!
Miss Crumsby had to help Uwen with some of the bigger words. But once he found out he would get to be a nice detective too, the biggest smile grew on his lips. There were even some gold coins in the envelope! Uwen had never had any money. He didn't even know what to spend it on, but had was happy to have it!
Miss Crumsby helped him pack his sack. Uwen had a bad habit of losing his belongings, so Miss Crumsby suggested he keep his things in a sack to break the habit. And it works! Most of the time.
He packed a few snacks, some baubles he was fond of, his shiny coins, and the ID card that he wasn't allowed to ever, ever, ever lose.
With a hug to goodbye to Miss Crumsby and a pat on the head for the horses in the stable, Uwen went on his way to the Gate.
Once there, after putting a handful of cookies into his bag and thanking nice Miss Hedra, Uwen waved hello to the man sitting on the wagon.
Once the man saw Uwen's ID, Uwen thought the man looked worried. When Uwen asked why the man was worried, the man said that Uwen was really big. Which Uwen was. Really big.
He didn't want the man in the wagon to worry. The man in the wagon had said that Uwen was early, so Uwen told the man that he could walk to Riffraff. Uwen was good at walking, he could walk for a real long time.
After patting the horses on the head and saying a cheerful goodbye to the wagon man, Uwen began his journey.
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After two and a half hours of brisk jogging down dirt roads, Uwen had reached his destination. He was a bit sleepy and a bit hungry now, but he didn't want to be late. Miss Crumsby had said that if he was late he would be in trouble, and he wouldn't get to be a detective then. Uwen didn't want to be late.
Still jogging down the road to what he could see as the wagon, along with the worried man sitting on it, Uwen noticed that it was quiet. It was never this quite back home. People were always talking and singing at Miss Crumsby's inn. Never quiet. Uwen hoped that the people were okay. He hoped they would be talking soon.
Stopping in front of the wagon, Uwen smiled and waved again at the wagon man! "Hello again! I told ya I was good at walking."
There was a very upset looking man standing on the porch. He looked important. And annoyed. Uwen hoped he wasn't late. If he was late and the man was annoyed because of him Uwen would feel bad.
There was also a girl talking to the wagon man. She was much smaller than Uwen. She seemed nice.
"Uhm, I'm not late, am I? I'm really really sorry if I am." Thinking fast, Uwen opened up his bag and took out his stored cookies. Hoping to save himself from getting in trouble. "I brought cookies!"
Miss Crumsby had to help Uwen with some of the bigger words. But once he found out he would get to be a nice detective too, the biggest smile grew on his lips. There were even some gold coins in the envelope! Uwen had never had any money. He didn't even know what to spend it on, but had was happy to have it!
Miss Crumsby helped him pack his sack. Uwen had a bad habit of losing his belongings, so Miss Crumsby suggested he keep his things in a sack to break the habit. And it works! Most of the time.
He packed a few snacks, some baubles he was fond of, his shiny coins, and the ID card that he wasn't allowed to ever, ever, ever lose.
With a hug to goodbye to Miss Crumsby and a pat on the head for the horses in the stable, Uwen went on his way to the Gate.
Once there, after putting a handful of cookies into his bag and thanking nice Miss Hedra, Uwen waved hello to the man sitting on the wagon.
Once the man saw Uwen's ID, Uwen thought the man looked worried. When Uwen asked why the man was worried, the man said that Uwen was really big. Which Uwen was. Really big.
He didn't want the man in the wagon to worry. The man in the wagon had said that Uwen was early, so Uwen told the man that he could walk to Riffraff. Uwen was good at walking, he could walk for a real long time.
After patting the horses on the head and saying a cheerful goodbye to the wagon man, Uwen began his journey.
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After two and a half hours of brisk jogging down dirt roads, Uwen had reached his destination. He was a bit sleepy and a bit hungry now, but he didn't want to be late. Miss Crumsby had said that if he was late he would be in trouble, and he wouldn't get to be a detective then. Uwen didn't want to be late.
Still jogging down the road to what he could see as the wagon, along with the worried man sitting on it, Uwen noticed that it was quiet. It was never this quite back home. People were always talking and singing at Miss Crumsby's inn. Never quiet. Uwen hoped that the people were okay. He hoped they would be talking soon.
Stopping in front of the wagon, Uwen smiled and waved again at the wagon man! "Hello again! I told ya I was good at walking."
There was a very upset looking man standing on the porch. He looked important. And annoyed. Uwen hoped he wasn't late. If he was late and the man was annoyed because of him Uwen would feel bad.
There was also a girl talking to the wagon man. She was much smaller than Uwen. She seemed nice.
"Uhm, I'm not late, am I? I'm really really sorry if I am." Thinking fast, Uwen opened up his bag and took out his stored cookies. Hoping to save himself from getting in trouble. "I brought cookies!"
Cool! So its pretty late here, but I'll get a post out tomorrow asap.
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