Tortoise

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What do y'all think of this font? Too hard to read?

Getting tired of everyone having these fancy ass titles and I'm just italicizing his name.

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He grunted when the Mark of Alithe stole magic from him. It was ravenous, starving, and his body was a feast of macabre energies. It drunk up his power like wine. A faint hint of darkness emanated from the sign- the sunlight shining on the farmgirl actually diminished somehow, grew dimmer. It was the opposite of a glow.

Shertul yanked his hand quickly away before it could devour all of his magic: all of him.

"Congratulations," his sarcasm was clear and amiable, "you are officially evil, according to our dear angels. However, you are still somewhat stifled. Held back, just a bit, like good old Shertul.". He gestured to himself with a cold chuckle.

"These forests are far from my homeland, friend. I can take you to the Monastery," he explained to the farmgirl, "but do not expect a quick journey. I must find food many times a day. Furthermore, unless I carry you upon my back, we will be forced to move at your humani pace," that tone was almost disgusted, "and the Wastes are many, many kilometers fro-"

He stopped mid-word. The leaves were rustled, but not with the wind. Something much heavier than a squirrel was perched waiting, and Shertul knew the motion of a predator intimately- how often had he hunted animals in the very same way? The thought only reminded his stomach of how incredibly hungry he was growing.

I will not be hunted.

The Fleshspinner's head twisted away from Sophia, like an owl's going around, with the sound of bone cracking against meat in his throat. It was sickening. His body turned to match only slowly, with serpentine caution.

The sounds stopped dead. Still. Quiet. Deceitful. He didn't trust it.

"Speak, spy." He spoke in a rough voice. Weak. The runes, the hunger, and the Mark had taken, all together, far too much out of him. It showed. "You have nothing to hide from. I do not harm those who do not first harm me."

He waited. No reply came from the green, so he decided to shout one out. "Speak now!"

Any normal creature, animal or not, would certainly have reacted to his scream. Either his unseen stalker didn't exist, or they weren't afraid.

His eyes grew wide, all three of them, as he realized who it must be. The Nephilim, of course! They would never leave will enough alone. Shertul was confident that he could at least hold the angel off long enough to save his savior, but he was not so sure of his own survival odds. Ordinarily, his concern would not even surface- what is a single Nephilim to an experienced Fleshspinner?- but today had not been ordinary. He felt exhausted and trapped.

His gaze darted urgently to the girl. "Marked of Alithe," Shertul spoke rapidly "some coward has stalked us. This is your last opportunity to return to Wellborough. Take my hand now, or take your chances that the Nephilim will ever have mercy." His claw was outstretched to her.

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Sybil declares she is not snooty lol
I'm trying to figure out which of these stories to stick my new friends. Maybe one in each lol

@SanaChan

Three characters, three stories. It'd be perfect! Alistair Hemshaw to the Institute, o' course. Lycan to chase down that Lark rat.

Fire Elemental to be guided by Shertul to the Wastelands with Sophia, since she's heard about some of her people joining the Revenants and thus might be curious. Plus, she seems like she'd like Sophia and irritate Shertul to no end.

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I feel like the results are going to be much more underwhelming than you anticipate, haha.

@Scyntell

They won't be if you run into the Revenant/Nephilim/Windleaf/SnootyElves group on the way out!

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I love that we basically have three RPs going on.

Travel to the Monastery
Travel to the Institute
and finally
Just Fucking Stay in Wellborough.

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It seems the "Great and mighty" Lark has finally fallen. Time to face the real world where you can't get away by threatening stall vendors, and throwing coin everywhere. The Lower Markets are far too tame compared to what's really out there waiting for him. They may be huge and crammed full, but the people there are fairly easy to push around when you can threaten anyone with vast connections that may or may not exist.

@Scyntell

Well, if he wants to be helpful, he can go stab that damn ghost Crow

J.K., we need him alive

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@SanaChan

Because another neutral begging him is just what Kaezira wants.

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@Emuxe and @Arkaotic

I'm torn between assuming Shertul has really strong senses (because Fleshspinners have every physical ability up to the max) so that he would notice Crow, and wanting to have him unaware so Crow can stalk them on an epic chase.

Fuck it. I'll just have Shertul halfway notice, get nervous, possibly hiss or act like a horror villain, and then lead Sophia off in another direction. Sound fair?

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I live by the famous words "write drunk, edit sober," now if I would actually write *looks at novlr* and not read *looks at Kindle*

@SanaChan

I have the opposite issue. I write much more than I read, which leads to lots of experience but only relatively few examples to go by.

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Am I the only one here who doesn't get drunk or high when I write?

ANOTHER FUCKKEN FANTASY NRP

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*cough*

EDIT: Hold up, I know I put my claim up. Why the heck can't I find my post?

@TheSovereignGrave

You can't find it? Well, neither can I.