@Mokley Is the fur Uwen found red just because its red fur, or is it red because its got blood on it? I'm assuming its the first but I'm just checking.
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'm fine with how things are going. Though that may just be because I chose to go running off into the woods.
It's worth the wait, you're good at it! :)
Sounds Good!
First place for me was the Forum Roleplaying section of the forums on Planet Minecraft. Think my first RP involved enderman invading the world and at the same time had Glados and a guy swinging around like spiderman with a fishing pole. Going back and reading that thing wasn't good for my self esteem haha.
I'm currently devising all the strange and fun things one might discover while hiking in these woods. >:D
Oh goody!
Just caught up on the OOC. Looks like Ronken is gonna have to do the talking for everyone! He'll love that.
Ronken's fists unclenched and slowly he lowered his arms to his side. He was scared shitless right now, and the woman's crystals weren't helping. But she did save his life. And- wait hold up. He almost died. He was right on death's door. If it weren't for some crazy magic mumbo jumbo, he'd be dead. And what had he had to show for his life? He was a junkie who managed to win an above average number of bar fights. Goody.
Come to think of it, as he was slipping away into sleep, that last sleep, he wasn't sure if he saw... anything. Shouldn't he have seen something! Didn't those 'Fathers' and 'Sisters' in their churches always preach about some peachy afterlife? What happened to that!? Ronken was no religious man by any stretch. But on his darkest nights when all he had was a bottle and his own thoughts, the idea of heaven comforted him. That comfort was no more.
His conversation, his newly healed body, the burning buildings and screams of friends, all of it was pushed away as the world closed in. His breath quickened to the point of hyperventilation, he wrapped himself in his arms, and backed himself into the corner of the alley.
So what if Switch had saved him? The whole city was burning. And as she has so eloquently said, everything was poisoned. No food, no water. Even if he was able to make it out alive, he didn't know how to survive! He didn't know anyone that had ever been outside! He didn't know anything about the wilderness.
He would die. Again. And for good. And there would be no heaven, no afterlife, no reincarnation. He would die, and his corpse would rot. Maggots would eat his bowels, the birds would pluck his eyes, worms would burrow into his stomach. But first he was gonna throw up.
As he hunched over about to heave from panic, his eyes spotted a pair of hands. His hands. After so many years of fighting the skin on them was nothing but scars and calluses. But now, after the magic, it was like he was in someone else's body. He was looking at new, fresh hands. No scars, no calluses. There wasn't even grime nor blood under his fingernails. And the gash he had gotten from the monsters, gone without a trace. Smooth as the day of his first fight. And his arms. Some of the harder stuff he used had given him serious track marks and, again, gone. Scars where he had been stabbed and cut in fights, gone. It was all gone.
No. No he can't lose it, not now. He's survived this long, put off that endless sleep this long, he can go longer. He got a second chance, something no one, no one, had ever given him. So the city was on fire, who gives a shit? He was Ronken Vusettan! World renowned brawler, beguiler of women, master of beer, and occasional user of drugs! This city threw its worst at him every day and he survived and thrived. Today it just upped the ante. He would not die, and he would not throw up!
Ronkens straightened himself and looked back to Switch. She was talking to him. He had missed some of what she was saying but he caught her say, "It's slowing down the spread of the Crystalline. Don't take it off." He didn't know what that meant, but he would ask once he was safe. So, not now. "You're Welcome"
"I'm sorry." He said. "Thank you. Truly." Those words may have been the sincerest thing Ronken had ever said. He meant it. Though he was pushing thoughts of afterlife from his mind, he was still aware that were it not for her he would be dead. No one in this city would of even tried to save his life. Except her apparently. Words didn't really do justice how he felt.
"There's stuff that people like us are pretty good at. You can say we walk the edge between dreams and reality. I brought you back 'cause I think you're capable of a lot more than you like to let on."
"I'm not gonna pretend to know what all that means." He said. Looking past her shoulder for danger. "But if it means you'll get me out of all this-" He gestured out to the the burning city. "Then yeah, I'm in."
She offered him a cigarette, and he took one with a grateful nod. He waited for her to light it when he remembered. "Shit!" He muttered. "That person, that I was supposed to get the letter to. They're in danger. Like, more danger than we are. Arrow-y type danger."
Come to think of it, as he was slipping away into sleep, that last sleep, he wasn't sure if he saw... anything. Shouldn't he have seen something! Didn't those 'Fathers' and 'Sisters' in their churches always preach about some peachy afterlife? What happened to that!? Ronken was no religious man by any stretch. But on his darkest nights when all he had was a bottle and his own thoughts, the idea of heaven comforted him. That comfort was no more.
His conversation, his newly healed body, the burning buildings and screams of friends, all of it was pushed away as the world closed in. His breath quickened to the point of hyperventilation, he wrapped himself in his arms, and backed himself into the corner of the alley.
So what if Switch had saved him? The whole city was burning. And as she has so eloquently said, everything was poisoned. No food, no water. Even if he was able to make it out alive, he didn't know how to survive! He didn't know anyone that had ever been outside! He didn't know anything about the wilderness.
He would die. Again. And for good. And there would be no heaven, no afterlife, no reincarnation. He would die, and his corpse would rot. Maggots would eat his bowels, the birds would pluck his eyes, worms would burrow into his stomach. But first he was gonna throw up.
As he hunched over about to heave from panic, his eyes spotted a pair of hands. His hands. After so many years of fighting the skin on them was nothing but scars and calluses. But now, after the magic, it was like he was in someone else's body. He was looking at new, fresh hands. No scars, no calluses. There wasn't even grime nor blood under his fingernails. And the gash he had gotten from the monsters, gone without a trace. Smooth as the day of his first fight. And his arms. Some of the harder stuff he used had given him serious track marks and, again, gone. Scars where he had been stabbed and cut in fights, gone. It was all gone.
No. No he can't lose it, not now. He's survived this long, put off that endless sleep this long, he can go longer. He got a second chance, something no one, no one, had ever given him. So the city was on fire, who gives a shit? He was Ronken Vusettan! World renowned brawler, beguiler of women, master of beer, and occasional user of drugs! This city threw its worst at him every day and he survived and thrived. Today it just upped the ante. He would not die, and he would not throw up!
Ronkens straightened himself and looked back to Switch. She was talking to him. He had missed some of what she was saying but he caught her say, "It's slowing down the spread of the Crystalline. Don't take it off." He didn't know what that meant, but he would ask once he was safe. So, not now. "You're Welcome"
"I'm sorry." He said. "Thank you. Truly." Those words may have been the sincerest thing Ronken had ever said. He meant it. Though he was pushing thoughts of afterlife from his mind, he was still aware that were it not for her he would be dead. No one in this city would of even tried to save his life. Except her apparently. Words didn't really do justice how he felt.
"There's stuff that people like us are pretty good at. You can say we walk the edge between dreams and reality. I brought you back 'cause I think you're capable of a lot more than you like to let on."
"I'm not gonna pretend to know what all that means." He said. Looking past her shoulder for danger. "But if it means you'll get me out of all this-" He gestured out to the the burning city. "Then yeah, I'm in."
She offered him a cigarette, and he took one with a grateful nod. He waited for her to light it when he remembered. "Shit!" He muttered. "That person, that I was supposed to get the letter to. They're in danger. Like, more danger than we are. Arrow-y type danger."
I Live
Uwen liked treats, especially special treats, and especially especially treats just for him. His mind danced with the possibilities of what the treat could be! Mutton? Mint Tea? A PET CAT? The possibilities were, as some said, endless! Before even thinking to ask what the treat was, Uwen was scampering off to the aforementioned rock. First giving a smile and nod to the small pretty lady. "Okay!" He said.
Uwen jogged across the road into the forest, stopping right in front of the rock. He looked back and noticed that he was being watched. Some curtains of homes had opened, and the wagon driver and upset man were watching also! With such an audience Uwen knew he needed to put on a show to impress! How else would he get a job with the nice investigator people?
Digging his feet into the dirt, he grabbed at the bottom of both sides of the boulder. And then, counting to three, he hefted the boulder off the ground. First it hovered a few inches off the ground, but, not satisfied he lifted it higher. Now up to his chest. Looking to his audience, they didn't seem very amazed. One house had even closed their curtains again! So finally he lifted the boulder above his head, straining himself to do to so. Then Uwen tried to take a step to move the boulder, but sadly tripped under the weight, dropping the boulder onto an unsuspecting tree with a crash.
Well it was out of the way! At least he still got the treat.
Picking himself up from the ground and brushing the dirt and tree branches from himself, he looked to the crevice where the boulder had once lived. As far as he could see there were just a bunch of bugs and- OOOH! A beetle! Uwen excitedly grabbed the shelled insect from the dirt and popped it into his mouth, chewing into the deliciously crunchy bug.
Once finished with his snack Uwen moved to the next part of the investigation, footprints. There were a lot of them! Big feet, small feet, fancy shoes feet, really big cat feet! That last one jumped out at Uwen. Most of the footprints came from the village, went to the boulder, and went back. The cat prints didn't. They went out into the forest! Did the missing man get turned into a cat by an evil wizard? Did he ride a giant cat into the forest for fun and lose track of time? Was he always a big cat in disguise? Uwen would have to bring these theories to his new friends.
Uwen jogged back to his new friends, specifically the small lady for his reward. "I Found a whole lotta footprints, and some of em was from a really big cat!" He explained. "Oh, and I found a beetle!"" He added on with the same amount of enthusiasm. Watching as the lady came with his reward.
He took his treat with pride, looking back to the forest. "The big cat went more into the forest." Scratching his head and then nodding, having made up his mind, he continued. "I'm gonna follow the cat!" He then broke back into a jog across the street. Unfortunately missing the mayor's pleas to investigate elsewhere.
Almost as an afterthought Uwen stopped at the treeline and shouted back, "You guys can come too! It'll be fun!" He then began tracking the cat tracks, snagging the first of his treats from the box.
Uwen jogged across the road into the forest, stopping right in front of the rock. He looked back and noticed that he was being watched. Some curtains of homes had opened, and the wagon driver and upset man were watching also! With such an audience Uwen knew he needed to put on a show to impress! How else would he get a job with the nice investigator people?
Digging his feet into the dirt, he grabbed at the bottom of both sides of the boulder. And then, counting to three, he hefted the boulder off the ground. First it hovered a few inches off the ground, but, not satisfied he lifted it higher. Now up to his chest. Looking to his audience, they didn't seem very amazed. One house had even closed their curtains again! So finally he lifted the boulder above his head, straining himself to do to so. Then Uwen tried to take a step to move the boulder, but sadly tripped under the weight, dropping the boulder onto an unsuspecting tree with a crash.
Well it was out of the way! At least he still got the treat.
Picking himself up from the ground and brushing the dirt and tree branches from himself, he looked to the crevice where the boulder had once lived. As far as he could see there were just a bunch of bugs and- OOOH! A beetle! Uwen excitedly grabbed the shelled insect from the dirt and popped it into his mouth, chewing into the deliciously crunchy bug.
Once finished with his snack Uwen moved to the next part of the investigation, footprints. There were a lot of them! Big feet, small feet, fancy shoes feet, really big cat feet! That last one jumped out at Uwen. Most of the footprints came from the village, went to the boulder, and went back. The cat prints didn't. They went out into the forest! Did the missing man get turned into a cat by an evil wizard? Did he ride a giant cat into the forest for fun and lose track of time? Was he always a big cat in disguise? Uwen would have to bring these theories to his new friends.
Uwen jogged back to his new friends, specifically the small lady for his reward. "I Found a whole lotta footprints, and some of em was from a really big cat!" He explained. "Oh, and I found a beetle!"" He added on with the same amount of enthusiasm. Watching as the lady came with his reward.
He took his treat with pride, looking back to the forest. "The big cat went more into the forest." Scratching his head and then nodding, having made up his mind, he continued. "I'm gonna follow the cat!" He then broke back into a jog across the street. Unfortunately missing the mayor's pleas to investigate elsewhere.
Almost as an afterthought Uwen stopped at the treeline and shouted back, "You guys can come too! It'll be fun!" He then began tracking the cat tracks, snagging the first of his treats from the box.
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