Will do! Getting late here so it'll probably be up tomorrow morning.
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Really, really like the concept of this, will begin working on a character.
So far I'm working on the basis of basically a pretty nerdy, weedy guy, studying engineering at college in 'The City'. He will be a tech hero with an array of super lame, half-arsed gadgets and a DIY costume. Is that an okay start before I go ahead and add detail?
So far I'm working on the basis of basically a pretty nerdy, weedy guy, studying engineering at college in 'The City'. He will be a tech hero with an array of super lame, half-arsed gadgets and a DIY costume. Is that an okay start before I go ahead and add detail?
Chuckling at Vas' comment regarding his past, Sam smiled, "Word has a way of spreading does it not, and I hope the gods are as forgiving as you say, we shall need there favour". Pausing to ponder the word about the Brother's sight, it seemed he had been right not to underestimate the priest, he was clearly as perceptive, if not more so than any of his companions.
As they were speaking Sayrin had caught up, when he finished speaking Sam would be lying if the bard's words did not instill him with fear, but fear was good. Fear stopped you from underestimating your opponent. "I have pledged to lend my sword to this mission, and I will not back out now, I'm in this until the end." Sam uttered in a rare moment of seriousness, he appreciated the paladin's honesty though. A lesser man would have reassured them with false tales of an easy journey, at least they had caravan to lend haste to the first leg of their journey, they would need as much of their energy as possible for the trouble to come.
As they were speaking Sayrin had caught up, when he finished speaking Sam would be lying if the bard's words did not instill him with fear, but fear was good. Fear stopped you from underestimating your opponent. "I have pledged to lend my sword to this mission, and I will not back out now, I'm in this until the end." Sam uttered in a rare moment of seriousness, he appreciated the paladin's honesty though. A lesser man would have reassured them with false tales of an easy journey, at least they had caravan to lend haste to the first leg of their journey, they would need as much of their energy as possible for the trouble to come.
Chit chat has begun!
As the group moved out Sam took the time to take in the finer details of his companions, realising now in the light of the streets, that the priest had a strip of cloth covering his eyes. His first reaction being contempt, there was no room on such an important mission to be helping along a useless blind man, however he pushed these thoughts away quickly, Brother Vas would not have been picked if not capable. Turning his head to the sky, he observed the dark clouds that foreshadowed a storm gathering overhead, his mind wondered if Vas could sense change in the weather by other means or if he was left unawares of the weather until its arrival.
In an effort to break the silence that had followed them since the Emperor's halls, Sam turned his head towards Vas and asked "Forgive me Brother, but your eyes. Were you blind from birth, or did something steal you of your sight?".
In an effort to break the silence that had followed them since the Emperor's halls, Sam turned his head towards Vas and asked "Forgive me Brother, but your eyes. Were you blind from birth, or did something steal you of your sight?".
No worries about reply length, I always think that it sort of depends on the current situation in the RP.
Also this is what Hadvar looks like:
Also this is what Hadvar looks like:
As he awoke the first thing Hadvar noticed was the throbbing pain in the back of his head, the next was that his face was wet, probably the thing that rose him to consciousness. The next thing to spring to his attention was that he was no longer alone. Beside him was a woman that radiated beauty unlike any he had ever seen, this is not to say that the women of the village were ugly, but they had a strong simplistic look about them, whereas the lady from the sky was far from it.
His mind was straining to piece together the events that had just taken place, this woman had fell from the sky? was she a goddess? Why would a goddess leave Asgard, the mythical realm from which they hailed.
Finally coming back to his senses he realised the woman was looking back. "W-who are you?" Hadvar asked, unsure of himself.
His mind was straining to piece together the events that had just taken place, this woman had fell from the sky? was she a goddess? Why would a goddess leave Asgard, the mythical realm from which they hailed.
Finally coming back to his senses he realised the woman was looking back. "W-who are you?" Hadvar asked, unsure of himself.
Oh yeah, I live in the UK, so BST at the moment, meaning its 20:36 here.
The day had began like any other, Halvar awoke at the dawn, if the hunt was to go as planned he would have to leave early. Pulling on his worn hunting garb and donning a thick cloak, he strung and unstrung his bow, checking for any potential flaws, then packed it tightly in to a quiver which he proceeded to sling over his shoulder along with a small pack of supplies. Carrying his spear in his hands, the hilt a gallery of different nicks and scratches, documenting many close encounters with the dangerous wildlife surrounding 'Stor Foss' - the village in which he was born, raised and would most likely die in.
A grand sight greeted Halvar as he left his hut, the icy falls for which the village was named, stretching endlessly into the sky, disappearing among the clouds, its roar a comforting ever-present noise. It was too early for the village to have woken from it's slumber, the forge lay cold and the streets peaceful, the only disturbance the noise of Halvar's boots among the snow.
The trails into the mountains were barely noticeable to the average person's eye, especially under the foot or so of snow that had fell overnight, however years of hunting had conditioned his senses beyond that of the average person and he quickly picked up a game trail and began the long hike upwards. Catching himself getting complacent on the long walk he had to shake himself to alertness, he need only look at the multitude of scars covering his body to serve as a reminder of the many danger's of the mountain. It was not customary to hunt alone but the winters had not been kind to Stor Foss, it was as if the deities were busy with troubles of their own, and Halvar was one of the only able bodied huntsmen left.
Stopping to catch his breath a few hours later and to offer a quick prayer to Skaði, the norse goddess of the hunt, he paused on a rocky shelf overlooking the village which was beginning to come alive with smoke and people milling around going about their business. A deep growl emanated from behind him, he turned quickly on the balls of his feet and raised his spear. A male wolf stood before him, hackles raised, not wishing to shed blood where unnecessary, he offered it a scrap of meat hastily torn from his bag. To his relief the wolf chewed it quickly and skulked away into the bushes. Just as he began to relax, a noise unlike any he had heard before started and rose in pitch and volume. As it reached its crescendo, a beam of light struck the floor in front of Halvar, and with it carried a force which cast him against a tree.
Pain.
Light.
A girl?
That was all Hadvar saw, before slipping into unconsciousness.
A grand sight greeted Halvar as he left his hut, the icy falls for which the village was named, stretching endlessly into the sky, disappearing among the clouds, its roar a comforting ever-present noise. It was too early for the village to have woken from it's slumber, the forge lay cold and the streets peaceful, the only disturbance the noise of Halvar's boots among the snow.
The trails into the mountains were barely noticeable to the average person's eye, especially under the foot or so of snow that had fell overnight, however years of hunting had conditioned his senses beyond that of the average person and he quickly picked up a game trail and began the long hike upwards. Catching himself getting complacent on the long walk he had to shake himself to alertness, he need only look at the multitude of scars covering his body to serve as a reminder of the many danger's of the mountain. It was not customary to hunt alone but the winters had not been kind to Stor Foss, it was as if the deities were busy with troubles of their own, and Halvar was one of the only able bodied huntsmen left.
Stopping to catch his breath a few hours later and to offer a quick prayer to Skaði, the norse goddess of the hunt, he paused on a rocky shelf overlooking the village which was beginning to come alive with smoke and people milling around going about their business. A deep growl emanated from behind him, he turned quickly on the balls of his feet and raised his spear. A male wolf stood before him, hackles raised, not wishing to shed blood where unnecessary, he offered it a scrap of meat hastily torn from his bag. To his relief the wolf chewed it quickly and skulked away into the bushes. Just as he began to relax, a noise unlike any he had heard before started and rose in pitch and volume. As it reached its crescendo, a beam of light struck the floor in front of Halvar, and with it carried a force which cast him against a tree.
Pain.
Light.
A girl?
That was all Hadvar saw, before slipping into unconsciousness.
I'm definitely interested!
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