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6 mos ago
Current Finally made some progress on a story I've been tossing about in my head for awhile. It may never get done, but who knows. I haven't deleted it yet, so that's a good start! Lol.
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8 mos ago
Hard to want to keep doing what I love when I'm taken advantage of for being too nice... Sigh.
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10 mos ago
Apologies to my writing partners. I've had a mental breakdown and still on the mend. I'll reply to everyone asap!
12 mos ago
For those who have messaged me to try and get an RP going. I'm so dang sorry but my phone hasn't sent me notifications and to top it off I've been sickly due to stress. :(
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3 yrs ago
Somedays I think I have it figured it out and it'll be okay. The next? Getting slammed in the face with reality and back at square one.
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Amelia was feeling a little uneasy, seeing such skill surrounding her. She used to be able to perform these acts without a second thought so long ago. But now? She only hoped she could even draw back the string on her bow to shoot at anything, let alone whoever they may fight against on their little rescue mission. Avoiding the gazes of the others, she turned to finding Malkus again. Though a stranger still to her, at least she would have one person she knew.

Thankfully he found her not too long after her arrival. She was beginning to think he left her to wander and look like an idiot. While she showed no outward excitement upon seeing him, she did feel a small splash of relief wash over. Taking the sword, she held it and stared, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Back home, she would have wielded one of these herself, and so did many others. Shaking thoughts of home from her head, she looked up to Malkus, then back out to the archers, then back again.

"Thank you, for the sword. I feel more comfortable with this in my hands," she said softly, taking it and sliding it to the belt. "But, I suppose I am far more out of practice with a bow than anything," she started, taking a few deep breaths before finding an unoccupied target to start at. "It has been far too long since I have shot anything," she added with a nervous laugh as she tried to knock the arrow with shaking hands.

She felt so nervous, and she could feel the hot tears threatening from frustration as she tried finding her position, lifting the bow and keeping the arrow in place. After some mumbled words, and feeling confident enough, she let loose the arrow and watched as it flew through the air, then dropped and skidded across the ground a few feet before coming to a stop just past the target.

Hearing a few snickers from onlookers, she looked to the ground and grit her teeth, shoulders visibly shaking at this point. "I-I'm sorry," she muttered, before hastily grabbing another arrow and trying again.
The young woman's eyes seemed to brighten a little at the sight of the bow Yurt produced. While she might not have the know how of making bows herself, she knew a well made one when she saw it. "That is quite the lovely bow," she said in admiration. "I'll take it and the breast plate," she replied, fishing out the coin for the payments of the goods. She would have to thank Bagai again when they met, and hopefully under better circumstances and perhaps reunion of his brother.

Paying for everything, Amelia tried on the breast plate she was given. It fit well enough to give her the protection she needed, it wasn't perfect but it would have to do. Surely getting some made to fit her would cost more than she had and take too long. Thankful, she gave Yurt another thanks for his help and left the shop. Tying down her quiver as she walked, she started to keep an eye out for where she needed to go to meet Malkus. It took a little bit to get her bearings of the city, but with the help of a stranger she was able to make her way to the arena.

Upon entering, she felt out of place. Those around her seemed much more seasoned and experienced, and here she was. This fragile looking thing, eyes wide with both wonder and fear. Despite the hardships she had endured all these years of slavery, there was one bright spot in the darkness and that was seeing the new places she might not have seen before. Like this stadium, for one. "Now, where would he be," she wondered quietly to herself as she began looking around in hopes to find Malkus.
Amelia stood at the counter and tapped the short bow she had grabbed, her lips turning down at the corner of her mouth a little before she shook her head. "On second thought, do you have a different bow? Not a long bow, but maybe something in between? I just need something good for hunting if I am going to be out on the road again," she said, feeling a little foolish for a moment.

Then again it had been so long since she had freedom to choose anything, it was easy to mix things up. "Also, how much for one of your plain leather breast plates there?" She knew it wouldn't provide much protection, but it would be better than nothing. "If I can afford one I would like one as well... Then I think that would be all for me," she added with a nervous smile.
Amelia glanced about as she entered the shop, taken away by some of the more intricate looking weapons that hung off the walls or properly placed upon shelves. Always moving, she never had much of a need for items that weren't practical, and she rarely had time to make a bow herself that looked nice. Everything she had was plain, simple, but functional. Nearing the counter, she glanced at the little girl helping the man and smiled softly before turning her attention to Yurt.

"Ah.. Yes," she began, nervously picking at the hem of her shirt. "Acquaintance of mine recommended you, so here I am," she added. Pausing, she looked around once again. She didn't have a lot to spare in regards to money, and she had a few things she needed to get. "I... I do have a few things for trade, maybe, if you are interested that is." With that said, she placed three throwing knives on the counter. They were well made and balanced, and looked in pretty good shape. They were plain, nothing on them stood out much, their hilts wrapped in a dark stained leather.

She knew they probably wouldn't fetch a whole lot, but even a little was helpful at this point and throwing knives were not in her set of skills so they were just taking up precious space needed for something else. "But, I do need a bow, a quiver and two bundles of arrows," she said as she walked over to the barrel and looked over the goods stored there. She picked up a few, testing them and running her hands over them. After the fourth one, she nodded and took it from the barrel, and grabbed a quiver and brought them over.
@Dark Cloud It is what it is sadly. I'm sure there other places but I try and support the good stores we have in town because living in the middle of nowhere I should just be thankful we even have game stores lol
@Dark Cloud All good, no worries.

And it is silly. Most stores are geared here for tabletop rpg games though and not so much the card games anymore. It sucks but I have plenty of decks made to play casual with no like, limits I guess. Now if only I could make friends IRL :p
@Dark Cloud Nope, don't think so.
@Dark Cloud I have yet had the chance to get much in the way of new cards the past year or so. Unfortunately my group dispersed this last year so no longer have anyone to play with and the shops here in town only accept type 2 legal decks which is sometimes financially difficult to keep up with
The woman nodded to Malkus, gathered her things, and made a mental note of where to meet later on. As the two parted ways, Amelia could feel her nerves tingling. She was beginning to second guess if this was the right choice. She had just escaped a slaver, barely managed to take out her attacker last night, and was not volunteering to help find someone who was taken by bandits.

"You're an idiot," she muttered to herself as she replayed everything in the last 24 hours in her head. But, there was no going back it seemed. And the family matter tugged at her a little. She wondered if her own would even recognize her, or if they were still even alive after all these years. At least she would be doing something of worth, right?

She found the market, managing to keep to herself and steer clear of anyone so as not to bring trouble to herself. She was still wary, and knew by now Kallum, her latest master, would have noticed the absence of many by now. Whether or not he felt they were valuable enough to go look for, she was unsure of. And if so, getting on the road again sooner rather than later would be ideal. After asking a few travel worn looking people, she found her way to the merchant Yurt and entered the shop. It was quiet still, which made her presence well known as she entered.

"M-morning," she said, giving a small nod as she nervously approached a little more, still keeping distance.
@Dark Cloud Don't diss the Elves :p

I do have an awesome Angel deck I like, too. I run Avacyn, Bruna, Sigarda, and Gisela in that one. It's fun
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