Snarl

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

@BlueAjah @Narcotic Dollie Alright, noted. I'll gladly play the parents- and I'm kinda leaning toward bandits.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Goals for the Roleplay
1. Filling Blacksmiths Son's slot
2. Accepting the reserved characters CSs
3. Determining a proper start to the roleplay
4. Actually starting
5. Developing minor plot point/action stuff
6. Getting that Bestiary settled

For those of you who have not completed your cs's but have an idea of what your characters parents are to be like- would you prefer to play the parent or would you like me to? I'd likr to know everyones preferences before we start.

And finally- the minor action plot. I was thinking either bandits are causing trouble or maybe a group of beasts are on the rampage. The village relies on rangers to portect its borders- but not act as any sort of military force. The Academymen are sent from the royal capital (think of them as templars or policemen) and they are thr closest thing the town has to heavy offense- but they only follow royal orders and refuse to go above and beyond the call of duty. If the town isn't being pillaged then it isn't really their concern. And so for issues that concern the town but happen outside of it- volunteers are needed. Which our characters can join? I was thinking of making a character who recruits them all. Idk.

Thoughts? Its not much. And I'll gladly take suggestions or new ideas. Also, keep in mind that this plot won't start until after the characters get to know one another and all that.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Well, this looks interesting. If I may I'll get started on a CS for the Ranger's son.

@Lionheart

Thanks for the interest! I'll reserve it for you now.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

I'm working on my CS right not but I have work (it's my first day :D yay!) in a half hour so I probably won't be finished until tomorrow.

@BlueAjah

Thats fine c: Hope work treats you well.

Soulmate roleplay?

Here it is guys. Feel free to move your stuff over. I'll clean it up later.

Also @BlueAjah Guinevere.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

The World

It is a cool summer morning- although not for long- for the sun has yet to rise and take its seat in the sky. The time is five and the sun won't make its climb for another hour. The village is still, save for a few drunks making their way home from the tavern and the farmers making their way to their fields. The first few rays of light blaze the tree tops and the cool blues that their shadows cast over the town give it a sleepy look.

The crows are beginning to bicker on the rooftops- they're nasty beasts with five eyes and saw toothed beaks- with a penchant for kidnapping the occasional goat. Below them people begin to stir in their beds and ready themselves for another thursday.

The Tavern

It was five in the morning- the closing hour of her grand and beloved establishment. So beloved, in fact, that there were some straggling patrons that needed a good boot to the ass to convince them to get on their merry ways back home. It was while helping the last of these fellows that she overheard talk of the "Blooming". Was it really that time of year already? Tired as she was- Marion Dawnleaf was suddenly itching to tell a story.

Nanda, a sassy village girl who'd come to work for her simply to save up enough coin to get out of Vale, was in her line of sight when the temptation seized her. They met eyes and the barmaid knew what she was in for.

"Nanda, doll- I almost forgot that the Blooming season is almost upon us."

"Well yeah- it being spring end and all." came the dodgy reply, she averted her eyes and took a fascination in wiping down an ale soaked table.

"You know of the Ascythenia legend, right?" Her eyes took on that sparkle that signaled an opening to a rehearsed story.

"Pfft of course I do. Everyone in Vale knows that old wives tale." Said the girl, hoping this would save her. She was so godsdamned tired and really needed a bed.

"It all began-"

"Marion I should really-"

"It all began-" she repeated as she kicked a stool sharply at her barmaids knees, which made the girl cry out and begrudgingly take a seat lest she get assaulted some more. Triumphant, the bard settled into her art- her voice now took on a dreamy tone- as if she were recalling a cherished memory.

"-long ago in this very forest, when it was nothing but a cluster of sapplings. A great white stag reigned as the forests guardian- at his footsteps sprung flowers and vines. His charges- two young men- followed him wherever he went. They were the sons of the grand king Tolemus- who coveted knowledge and would only crown the son who returned with the most complete knowledge of the land.

Now- what could these princes learn from following a forest guardian that would help them rule armies and conquer lands? Surely they would do more burning of forests than the building of them. The eldest brother, Natas, believed that the stag would speak to them and tell them secrets- nature magic that would vanquish their enemies. Parius, the younger, was sure that the stag would want something in return for its knowledge.

But the stag never spoke. On it walked and on they followed. They followed for years, in fact, and soon lost patience. "I have learned nothing of this creature!" cried Natas one day. "He  simply walks about and grows grass!" So keen was his rage that he tore at a nearby flower, ripping it from its roots and tearing it apart between his hands. At once the stag turned his great head- eyes as clear and bright as sunlight- and he spoke thus "The mortal dares murder my children. For this heinous act I curse your seed who claim this land their home. They will hide from the sunlight- for your act will shame them so."

At this the Stag turned his gaze upon Parius- "I will bestow only half of my gift upon you- for you have remained patient while creation has taken root. But you turned an eye upon its destruction. Your seed who claim this land their home will be bound to one another by the flower that your brother savaged. It will bloom between only two kin souls- however if it wilts or harm comes to the flower- they will die." Thus spoke the stag."

Nanda had never heard the story told in such a way,

"Wait-what- they die? My apa always said that they never find happiness or whatever."

Marion smiled, brushing a lock of loose auburn hair from her eyes,

"Nanda darling- what he told you was the bedtime story version. What I tell is genuine." She sighed, pursing her lips as she gave her drinking hall one last glance. The bard rolled her shoulders before stretching out her arms to yawn,

"And now you know where the Ascythenia and ghouls come from."

"Joy. Can I go home now?"

The Mayors House

Farrest had long been awake. He preferred to start his days before the sun did- it gave him a chance to gather his thoughts and run through plans for the rest of the day. Being the busy fellow that he was, it really didn't hurt to get an early start on things either. This morning he walked alone- a rare sight given that Dagny was usually in his company- but the wolfdog had given birth the night before and she was fiercely protecting her babies. As much of an asset that Dagny was to his patrols- he didnt dare dream of coming between a mother and her young. He'd learned this while watching Marianne raise their son- as a baby no one was allowed to touch Aldric. Everything was a threat. If he cried because he'd scraped his knee- she'd cry and then curse at the ground for hurting him. That always got the lad giggling.

He was jarred from his thoughts when he saw that someone was waiting for him at his destination. Like a great looming bear- a shadow filled the doorway of the mayors house. The giants face came into view when he stepped down and met the ranger halfway, at the entrance. Gareth Hart was a mountain of a man. Truly, he must have been a descendant of giants. His shoulders were twice as broad as any other grown man that Farrest knew. And, despite having a middle softened by retirement, the ranger could clearly see how the man had instilled fear in his enemies during his glory years.

"Farrest!" He boomed, shaking his old friends hand while simultaneously clapping him on the back with the other. It was like being hit with stone. Farrest smiled through the pain- tried to convert it into love for his friend.

"Morning, Gareth- trouble with the garden?"

At the mention of the mans favorite past time the smile vanished off of his ruddy face. This had been the whole reason for the visit- the mayor had a problem that only a ranger like Farrest Eleros could fix.

"I'm afraid so- but before we address that- where's your pup?"

Farrest, out of habit, glanced down at his left knee where Dagny's wise eyes often peered up at him from. He smiled back up at his large and in charge friend,

"She isn't quite a pup anymore, she's Aldrics age."

The Mayor chuckled and jokingly said,

"Then I guess Aldric isn't much of a pup himself hm?"

"Ah, I guess not." Replied the ranger, smiling. His son had proved himself to be grown many times in the past- this was not his concern. But it suddenly struck him just how much like himself he was like. Aldric was the ideal ranger- who had the drive to learn and the fortitude to put in the work to make up for his faults. But Farrest had lived his whole life in Vale. Yes its forests were vast and beautiful and contained wonders that couldn't be seen anywhere else in the world. But there were worlds out there that couldn't possibly be found here in the Angar. He didn't want his son to be path blinded by the trees. He wanted him to know of the outside as well.

A rustle in the sunflowers brought their attention back to the garden. Was that fear he saw in Gareths eyes?

"Its been eating them." Informed the mayor, almost frantic.

"Whats been eating what?" Asked the Ranger with growing alarm. Maybe this morning job was much more serious than he expected.

"Have I ever told you that you smell like dog water?"

"What?" asked Farrest, but the Mayor was shaking his head.

"That wasn't me, goodman."

Another rustle and it poked its head out from between the stalks of sunflowers. It chewed as it spoke in the mayors voice,

"I can't stand that Farrest. Such a quiet fellow, goodman." It mocked.

The deer was a vibrant yellow like the sunflowers it was gorging itself on. He should've known. And now he knew why the mayor was so adamant about having this nuisance dealt with- it could easily confuse the villagefolk and ruin his name- at worst of course. These creatures rarely if ever attacked anyone.

"Please Farrest- you must send it back into the forest. I could barely sleep with it feeding on my garden all night."

The ranger unhitched the lassoe at his belt,

"No need to worry. I'll get this straightened out before sunrise."

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi)

His Info

Armor

casual wear

He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade.

Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually.

Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear.

He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him.

The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern.

Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self.

12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house.

His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do.

Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head.

Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her.

In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery.

He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out.

Weapon
Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards.
Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle.

Skills
-Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy.
-Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district.
-Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar.
-Good looks. Thanks mom.

Other
-Audigarde is a bastards name.
- He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees.

Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi)

Her Info

clothing

She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow.

Personality:
Bio:

Weapon
-A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass.
Skills
-Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices.
-Apothecary: She knows her way around the
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Other

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

(All spots filled- but if any spots were to open up and you want one- send me a pm and I'll put you on a list.)

The Plot

The setting is Medieval times. In a fantasy village set deep within a forest. This village is well known for its diverse community and world famous flower, the Ascythenia, which grows only there.

Your character has come to live (or has lived there all their lives) in the village of Vale. It is here that they learn of a legend deeply rooted in the forests history- a legend of thread and flowers. In short the legend states that when the Ascythenia flower blooms on the house or at the door or by the bed of one individual- that an identical one will also bloom by their soulmate. It is also stated that an invisible thread will connect their hearts- pulling taut when they are near each other and thus clearly informing the soulmate that theirs is near. Now, wether your character believes this or not, they find that a flower has bloomed at their home- and they soon learn that an identical one has bloomed by the person they least expected! Will your character follow fate or refuse to believe such an old tale?

Sub plot: Possible adventure/ monster fighting plot in the future. Still under consideration.

The World

The village of Vale lies deep in the Angar forest, a vast woodland that stretches over the southern portion of the country of Erendira. It is in this village that the roleplay begins.

The Village of Vale

(Major landmarks)
Townhall.(Center of town) The mayor works here. All manner of transactions go on here- lands and houses can be bought here. Licences to hunt, farm, build, and vend can also be bought here.
Tavern. (Eastern part of town) The tavern is frequented by all after a long day at work. It can house a hundred patrons and serve them all. The Bard has many working hands that assist her in its upkeep.
Blacksmiths Forge. (Northern part of town) The Blacksmith works here and forges magnificent weapons from its flames.
Rangers Hut. (Southern Entrance) Set apart from the village, of all the houses it looks the most part of nature.
Thieves Landing. (Outside of eastern part of town) The Thief lives here. It was once owned by a wealthy family but she bought it out.
Clinic. (Western part of town near school) A humble little clinic outfitted with all manner of natural and synthetic remedies. The Doctor lives right above it.

Erendira

(in brief)
The country of Erendira is set up as such- the south is filled with forests, the north is mountains and its center is all valley. In the Mountains the capital is housed- here the King rules from his royal seat. The Valley is home to cities of commerce, since a major road of trade runs through there. The southern forests are filled with bandits and anarchists- although havens like Vale do exist.

Roles

Female Roles
TAKEN The Mayors Daughter (Related class: warrioress with a focus on swors and shield or one-handed weapons) for BlueAjah
TAKENThe Doctors Daughter(Related class: medic with a choice between healing magic or necromancer magic) for NarcoticDollie
TAKEN The Thiefs Daughter(Related class: rogue/assassin) for ViolentViolet

Male Roles
TAKEN The Rangers Son(Related class: rogue/archer) for Lionheart
TAKEN The Bards Son (Related class: mage with a focus on nature magic) for Adorabadass
TAKEN The Blacksmiths Son (Related class: warrior with a focus on two-handed weapons or sword and shield) for Savo

Waiting List for Roles

Tendo (prefers male role)

Parent Bios

The Mayor: (Gareth Hart) He is a cheerful and rotund fellow who is loved by all the villagefolk. He has been Mayor for 23 years and no one sees an end to his governing. He comes from a long-line of warriors that founded Vale- but he turned in his shield when his daughter was born. Now he lives with his family near the center of town by the town hall- in a plush house framed by gardens of sunflowers. He is good friends with the Blacksmith, Doctor, and Ranger.

The Doctor: (Atlas Ashgrave) Quite the grumpy fellow- he is the oldest of the parents- with snowy white hair and bushy gray eyebrows. He takes pride in his work and, quite honestly, is the best at what he does in all of the south. He moved to Vale when his daughter was young- from a city farther north called Gardenia. His family is rumored to have royal linege- but the Doctor refuses to acknowledge these rumors- he prefers to live simply and humbly. He lives with his daughter near the school, just above the clinic that they run together. He is friends with the Mayor, the Bard, and the Ranger.

The Thief: (Marideth Vance) A city rat exiled to Vale lest she get her hands cut off if she were caught by the law. The Thief is not ashamed of who she is- she steals to provide for her family and because it is all she knows. Unlike the other parents the Thief came from impoverished beginnings- she learned to do whatever it took to survive. She learned to cut purses and charm coats before she could read. The village folk do not know much about her- but it is rumored that she was once part of a group of assassins. The Thief is not poor in Vale- she lives off of a wealth she acquired on her last heist before being exiled. She lives on the outskirts of town. She is good friends with the Ranger and the Bard.

The Ranger: (Farrest Eleros) The Ranger is a master hunter- his job is a mixture of bountyhunter and botanist. His knowledge of the forest is supreme in Vale and he uses it to aid others. He often patrols the village boarders- making sure to take care of any beasts that stray too near and to keep an eye out for any other dangers. He assissts the Doctor in acquiring the proper herbs for medicine. He also takes it upon himself to hunt game for those in need of it (mainly the poorer families and the elderly). His home lies near the southern entrance- although he barely stays there for long. He has a pet wolfdog that is with him at all times. The Ranger is good friends with the Mayor, the Doctor, and the Thief.

The Bard: (Marion Dawnleaf) Like all traveling Bards she knows stories and songs about all parts of the world that the characters live in. Her enchanting voice soothes and inspires- and many of the villagefolk enjoy to listen to her sing at the tavern she runs. She is lively and charismatic- a true charmer. The Bard lives in the tavern (located on the east end of town) with her son, which they both run together. The Bard is good friends with the Thief, the Doctor, and the Blacksmith.

The Blacksmith: (Leslie Lenssed) Most if not all of Vales weapons are forged at the Blacksmiths home. Her weapons are fine and dependable- made with a skill that is almost dwarven with its care. She is a loud and proud individual- who could out drink any man and probably beat them in any fight. She may be rough and rowdy- but there is nothing more important to her than her son- whom she often gets emotional over. They live in the northern part of town and their forge is frequented by rangers and Academymen. The Blacksmith is good friends with the Bard and the Mayor.

Rules
1. Guild rules apply.
2. I reserve the right to make more rules and deem the standards of such rules.
3. Take anything sexual to pm.
4. OOC fights are not tolerated. This also goes for disrespect toward your fellow roleplayers. I will kick you out.
5. Swearing is ok- just don't be excessive.
6. Have fun, thats the whole reason why we're here.
7. If you're going to be gone, tell us. I'll gladly recap after your absence. (Make sure your character is disengaged from the others so the roleplay can run more smoothly).
8. I will be playing all NPCs and the World.
9. I reserve the right to pick the pairings based off of the characters personalities once the spots are filled.
10. Don't machine gun the IC. Let people get started and get into the rhythm of the roleplay.
11. All ideas are welcome- please contribute to make this rp fun not only for yourself but others.

Cs

The Sheet

Role/Class
Appearance (2 photos. One of them and one of their armor. Try and not use anime. Google armor concept art for your class.)

Name(try and make them fantasy or at least rare)/Age(18-20)/Gender

Personality(At least four positive personality traits and four negative personality traits. Sentences, please, do not list)
Bio (try and fit your parents bio)(I don't want tragic backstories. Meaning no rape victims or dead parents and all that. Lets keep this roleplay light, okay?)

Weapon
Skills: (consider your role- the Rangers son will know more forest related skills, for example. Limits: 2 unique skills and 3 basic skills.)

Other (use this section to list what you feel like everyone should know about your character that isn't stated above.)

Bestiary

Monster profiles

Cobalt deer

These blue deer covet and collect flowers. They eat them and sometimes take on the color of their diet. The blue color is most predominant due to the most common flowers being blue. They are harmless- although they have the ability to imitate human speech and disorient wandering travelers.

The Finvara flower

These little blue flowers grow all over the Angar and are the Cobalt deers favorite food.

Dagger Wolves

Unlike their less pointy cousins- dagger wolves are differentiated by wether they have the distinct horn on their noses or not. Horned dagger wolves are male and they are the most aggressive. Dagger wolves, however, run female dominant packs. These packs range from 6 to 20 members.

The Feathered Bear

Revered by the Birds of Paradise as sacred battle mounts. The Feathered Bear's diet consists of fish and roots- but these gentle gustatory habits do not exempt them from hunting for sport. In fact an enraged Feathered Bear, also known as Angarian Bears, when enraged are the most fearsome of all the forest. They've been known to uproot trees over minor sound disturbances waking them from their sleep. Its unknown how exactly the birds of Paradise manage to tame them. The ornate designs on their tails and feathers denote rank of the the beast. Tamed Angarian bears hold religious significance- reportedly being descendants of a sun god revered by the Birds.

Birds of Paradise

A tribe of bird warriors that claim the treetops as their homes. The Birds of Paradise are an exceedingly intelligent species- recognized by the humans in Vale as equals. Their kind has lived in harmony with the humans since they arrived in the Angar. However the Birds refuse to mingle and interbreed with the humans. They follow a religion which is centered on their sun god Eo- a bear beast said to resemble the mounts that these warriors ride into battle. They specialize in both guerrila and blitz warfare. Speed and force are their go-to's in battle. Their feathers come in various colors- usually matched by the armor that they wear.

An excerpt from Farrest's journal:
Aqtil leads the Birds of Paradise- he is the only one we've ever communicated with. He made a point to say that it was their choice to reveal themselves to us and make their presence known. Noted. We talked for hours at the edge of the Grove but I still feel like we know nothing about these creatures. Their speech is outdated- so I get the feeling they've contacted humans before but have not done so at regular intervals. I envy how close to the forest they are- they sleep swaddled in nests made of the sunwarmed treetop leaves. Their weapons are made of the Elderbark- a material so resilient it makes our steel look like charcoal. I'd love to trade with them- but my clothes seem to offend them. Or perhaps it's how I smell. We've been out searching for them for weeks now. And to think- they've been watching us this whole time.

Bone Ghouls

The Bone ghoul is a black magic creature that lives off of the pacts that it makes with desperate individuals. They keep to the shadows and make their homes in caves or hollowed out trees. Bone ghouls adorn their bodies with the bones of those that they have made pacts with- this way the promise is remembered and their magic is able to be sustained. They usually conevene in caves and make sacrifices by fires- chanting and howling the night away. Other than their magic they often have toxic skin that- if touched, will corrode the victim. Their speech patterns are often jumbled in rhyme- no doubt to confuse or to annoy.

Excerpt from Farrest's Journal:
We searched for days before we found sign of the baby. Agapetta, the mother, was distraught when we returned with nothing- said she would kill herself. But what could I bring her? What we found makes me sick to even put into words. The ghoul had.. eaten so much of the poor thing. It kept screeching about blood pacts and promises of firstborn sons when we were hunting it down. But what mother would promise their child to a fate like that.. We searched the things lair for any possible survivors- but what we found made most of my men wretch. Tova had to leave- she began to sob so loud. Skulls. The walls were lined with dozens of skulls. Some so small they could fit in my palm. The stench, too, was horrible- it smelled of sulfur and decay. Sleep won't find me for some time.. Not with what I've seen today.

Academymen

The Academymen are sent from the royal capital (think of them as templars or policemen) and they are the closest thing the town has to heavy offense- but they only follow royal orders and refuse to go above and beyond the call of duty. If the town isn't being pillaged then it isn't really their concern.

The Fanfox

These critters eat dreams and are often kept as pets to those who suffer from nightmares.

Swamp lion

Gods forbid you encounter one of these on your own... Or at all for that matter.

My Hider

My Hider

Current Events

Around Town: An intruder has made its way into the mayors garden and he wants it out! Its escaped the rangers grasp- the chase for the sunflower deer begins! (Farrest, Aldric and Laciel)

Thieves Landing: The thief is sick and tired of Ezra's drunken serenades- she's threatened his life again! (Ezra, Marideth, and Illya)

Dunstans chicken coop: It came to the mayors attention that Dunstans coop was wrecked yesterday during a little duel. It needs to be fixed before the chickens can lay eggs! (Guinevere and Varric)

Coming Soon:
Action sub-plot

Soulmate roleplay?

Currently working on main topic. Will have it up when I get off mobile.

Soulmate roleplay?

@Snarl
Alright. I can't say I'll have a character up today, or even tomorrow but I will try my hardest. I'm running a couple role plays and joining others after well over three quarters of those I was in died.

@ViolentViolet

No problem, I completely understand. No rush, Violent.

@Snarl

Hmm, tough question. How about we talk a bit about her personality and abilities and you play her when she's needed?

@Adorabadass

Yeah, send me a pm so we can work something out.