OldManWong

Enigma [Sci-Fi/Fantasy] [ Still Accepting ]

Hey all, I'm going to make a plea for reservation and throw in a CS for review as soon as possible

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

I've taken over RPs before, but in this, I'm practically a newcomer; accordingly, I'm not really willing to take over something I'm just jumping into so I'd have to leave it for someone else to take over. I will remain if someone does step up, otherwise, euthanasia.

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Alright, working on the CS now

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Speaking for myself, Wordweaver, I totally understand, since I have been forced to disappear from the face of the earth more than a few times due to life. As for SillyGoy, I'm beginning to think it's safe to say he's lost interest in this RP. 'Though I wish he'd outright say it instead of leaving everyone hanging. He seems to have a good deal of activity, just not on this post.

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Present, once I have the time to submit a CS

Lantern

Yo, I'm going to put my foot in and say I'm interested. If all is well, I'll have my cs app. soon.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Praeth would definitely take the path to avoid antagonizing either side. It would really depend on the impressions that he receives and acts upon

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Finally made my post, albeit a bit short comparatively.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

A lone figure tread carefully through the yellow wasteland, his footprints washing away with the winds as dunes melted and formed. The figure's silhouette moved with the mirages of heat, a massive cloak protected the figure from the blasting winds, shrouded his form, and provided a small oasis of shade from the beating sun. Eventually, the figure stood before the Tower of Broken Dreams. Crossing the threshold of the structure, the man removed his hood, revealing sharp features with forgiving eyes and wind-blown hair; Praeth. Steps echoed through the stairwell as Praeth ascended the tower, step after step. The shy rustle of the cloak rubbing against his worn armor was the only other noise in the desolate area. Slowly, Praeth's speed increased, he understood that he lacked in punctuality, and the missed opportunity to experience conversing with gods would only leave a bitter regret. The tempo of footsteps rose and the bristling of Praeth's broad cloak increased in furiosity, however meekly. Praeth eventually reached the open landing in which a portal stood, a silent but domineering doorway. Praeth understood his objective lay on the other side of the portal, but it was also the only barrier protecting Praeth from the scorning eyes of those who had cast him out and banished him with no small amount of prejudice. In a choice between fight or flight, Praeth simply shrugged, as if shrugging of countless eons of isolation; he strode through the portal confidently, moving between two planes as normally as mounting a horse. Stepping through the portal, disorientation only lasted half a second as Praeth's eyes quickly re-focused, gazing about and appraising his surroundings, Aett. Quickly, his eyes settled on the spirits, despite the beauty of the landscape, they held all of his attention. Quietly he observed his brothers and sisters, awaiting a notification of the mood before he uttered something brash or ignorant. Endless years of silence would know no difference if he held his breath or spoke nonsense in that moment. Pleasantries would have been the only form of speech Praeth would have been able to manage as he gazed upon the only beings that had remained unchanged as he stood among mortals.