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Shadow of the Skyline

I'd love to post and try to keep the ball rolling but I'm literally part of the last post.

A Bleak Storm

@OtomostheCrazy Just make it an independent monster is best.

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@OtomostheCrazyThat doesn't really seem in the spirit of this, you know what I mean? These are widespread, natural creatures, not lab experiments confined to specific locations.

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Thomas Pallmyr

Thomas stumped along through the knee high snow. He was cold, wet, and miserable, and he could only vaguely see the little town off in the distance. He judged it to be another mile across this open field of bleak white nothingness. Another mile until he could get warm, get a beer, and get to sleep. A copse of trees stood off to his right, dark and ominous. He glanced at them occasionally, it was the perfect place for the Kobolds that terminally plagued southern Sweden to hide. A midget breed of Goblin, he wasn't too worried about the creatures, but he had no interest at all in fighting in his current state. His Spanish breastplate clanked as he walked, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance, too tired to do anything about it.

After another agonizing hour and a half, he stumped into the village. A few huts, a blacksmith, and an inn sat haphazardly about, with a small creek flowing alongside the village. He grumbled about the lack of activity, how was any village supposed to get anything done if everybody hid from the snow? He thumped angrily up the steps of the inn's porch and pushed the door open. "Oy!" he bellowed "Where the in bloddin' hell is everybody?" He gazed around. Two men sat at a table, they had the swarthy look of Italians about them, a bit far from home but not completely unreasonable. Another sat by the fire, obviously relatively local, probably from a town or two over stopping in to visit a relative or such. The innkeeper leaned at the bar, drying a mug. Thomas thumped over. He gazed gloomily at the man. "Knight of the order, I need a room and a mug of whatever you've got." He slapped a half of a Spanish "peso de ocho" onto the bar. They still held value, even if the silver market was finally starting to flood over.

The innkeeper nodded and walked off, pointing to a door off to Thomas' right that was presumably his now. Thomas walked to the room, set his bag on the bed and returned to the bar, grabbing the drink as it slid to him. The man by the fire scurried up and sat next to Thomas. He was thin and nervous looking, almost ratty. He gulped and opened his mouth. Thomas raised a hand "Yes, I'm a Knight. Yes, I'm taking business. No, I can't start immediately. Price depends on the problem," he growled. The man gulped again, taken aback. He drummed his fingers nervously on the counter.

"Well you see, sir, we have a...um...nighttime problem. You might have noticed everybody hiding in their houses? That's because the sun is setting and nobody goes out at night at all anymore." Thomas raised an eyebrow.

"Ye got werewolves? They're pretty common 'round here" He asked, casually.

"Well, sort of, not really, i mean..."

"Spit it out man, I don't have all night!" Thomas barked, frustrated.

"We've got ONE werewolf. But he's massive, I've never seen anything like it. The claw marks are big as a man's chest, and the rumors say he stands as tall as the short hut at the end of the row." The man said.

Thomas turned, suddenly very intrigued. "I don't suppose this beast has pure white fur, does it?" he asked, curious.

"Aye, it does. But how did you know that?" The man asked, both confused and terrified.

Thomas frowned. This would not make his mood any better. "Because I've been hunting this beast for months. The myths call him Fenrir, but he isn't the original, just one of his grandboys. He's still a nasty old beast. I'll get started tonight. I'd put this one up at 100 or so Krone, or a piece and a half (OOC: of a peso de ocho)." Thomas drew his sword "I wonder if that recoloring rune still works."

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@OtomostheCrazy I was going to get around to Gargoyles sooner or later, but you can try to write it. They're really just living statues, but work in what works for you. Good luck figuring out that other thing, but it looks cool!

Sorry I can't get one up today either, If somebody has one ready they can post if they like, I'll try hard to do one tomorrow, I don't have practice after school then. EDIT: I'm working on one right now, Should be up soon.

Shadow of the Skyline

This is not dead! I'm just super busy! I'll try to get a post up int he next few days. Somebody else do something!

A Bleak Storm

Agh! Sorry I didn't post yesterday and I can't today, I'm crazy busy! I'll try to get one up tomorrow!

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Oz and I should probably post soon, I've been really busy, will try to get something up before Thursday

[Fantasy] [Dark] The Road Goes Ever On (LoTR)

Name: Dwarin

Age, Gender, Race: 186, Male, Dwarf

Appearance: A dwarf of average height, Dwarin has a long black beard, which is often a tangled mess. He has the generic short nose and stocky frame of a dwarf. His eyes shine with the deep greenish brown that many of Dwarves of Erebor now carry. His left hand is missing his ring finger. His clothing consists of a deep dark red cloak, the generic dwarven tunic/trousers, and a nice pair of boots.

Equipment: Dark Red Cloak, Iron helmet, Backpack with food and limited cooking untensils, iron axe for times of danger, steel mail for protection, a small-medium amount of Gondorian coin, and large amount of the coin of Erebor and Dale.

Personality: Dwarin is a bit of an eccentric. He loves smithing and making things as much as the next dwarf, but he also loves studying the history of old places. He's a bit of an adventurer, and other dwarves find him odd for this. He loves collecting artifacts of old and crafting them into something new to display the glory of the old days. He's a big fan of alcohol and is no stranger to all the weird things the world has to offer.

Story: Dwarin wants to collect ancient artifacts and rework them into museum style pieces which he thinks would fit nicely in one of the old dilapidated halls of Erebor that nobody can remember the use of. He has a particular interest in things stolen by the dark lord, and strange things of the East. He plans to visit Mordor and the far east eventually, though there are rumors of bits of the original dark lord's fortress in Angband or father north.

Biography: Originally born in the Iron Hills, Dwarin moved into Erebor shortly after its freedom from Smaug. He worked to help restore the great city, and helped defend it from the siege of the folk of Sauron. After the war of the ring and the healing of the rift between dwarves and elves, Dwarin set out on adventures. He visited the halls of the wood elves, journeyed through Gondor and paid respects to the king, visited the lands of the Rohhirim, and even stopped in briefly in the Shire to learn of the hobbit folk. At the time of our story, he is journeying to visit the Beornings between the Misty Mountains and Greenwood the Great (The original name for Mirkwood, now restored with the loss of the dark power).

[Fantasy] [Dark] The Road Goes Ever On (LoTR)

Just put my CS right into characters cause you already accepte dit