People please! Make an effort to use proper grammar, capitalization, and punctuation. They have a built-in spellchecker that I swear maybe 10% of the people who frequent these forums bother to use. Just make an effort, thats all I ask.
P.S. Oh my god its AYFTracks! Commence sucking-up!
Lark... couldn't think of anything to post... so he decided to bump this forum and edit this into a post later.
P.S. People please! Make an effort to use proper grammar, capitalization, and punctuation. They have a built-in spellchecker that I swear maybe 10% of the people who frequent these forums bother to use. Just make an effort, thats all I ask.
P.S. Again (Yes, I know its supposed to be P.P.S., sure me) Oh my god its AYFTracks! Commence sucking-up!
I mentioned in my post that bloodcreed has some shiny (Metal or gold) Arrows the skeletons could want.
Nazkan stopped to catch his breath. He'd been running all day and needed a moment to rest. But if he stopped and rested, the trail would go cold, So he continued onward. He was tracking a group of zombies, about 3 by his estimations. They had attacked a nearby town and looted all the gold and iron from it. "Strange" he thought "What use would a zombie have for gold?" He started to walk again and the trail was already going cold. He looked up and realized that the sun was rising. "Good. Soon I can take a rest, zombies can't walk during the day." He started to unpack his tent when he heard a noise behind him.
Also to sidewanderer, The reason that most people don't use the spellchecker is because it is a HORRIBLE spellchecker.
Bloodcreed saw the zombies he sent to bring him shiny things. They would have to hurry, He did not want to see them burn. They walked into the cave and down to where all the shiny things were stored, Dropping them in the pile with the wealth bloodcreed has gained over the years. He sat on top of the pile. He felt nice and safe with all the shiny stuff, He sent the zombies back up to go to the other zombies in the sleep chamber where they will wait until nightfall. He sensed something strange, though.
Name: Eitery
Species: Spider
Rank: Empress
Attitude: Though she is the empress, she is not very haughty. Perhaps because the last empress died before she could either teach Eitery or try and kill her. Most of the time, like when surrounded by "lower" spiders, she has to act like she's "better" than them. However, she has a secret agenda to crumble the caste system.
Weapon:None
Bio: The empress of the spiders, Eitery's still very young because the last one died recently. She believes in fairness and equality, but if she wants to stay alive and keep her position, she can't always use it. Most of her life has been sheltered, as custom, but the only reason that she feels more than other empresses is because the last one died before she got a grip on Eitery. The death is still in rumor, but some believe that Eitery attacked or was attacked by the former empress, and had to kill her in self-defense. Either way, Eitery is empress now, and won't confirm any rumors that may be still floating around.
Monster in-fighting wouldn't be a particularly good thing. I'd like to think we're all in the same camp, and the humans, well they can do whatever they want.
(RP TIME!)
Lark was nearly reached the temple when the sun began to appear on the horizon. He and his guard had made the mistake of departing halfway through the night. He realized his mistake only now as his honor guard and sharpshooters burst into flames as he sprinted behind a tree. Great, soon the humans will be out... he thought to himself.
Lark inched along, under the shade of the trees, until he was within running distance of one of the temples fountains, and made a mad dash to the old, mossy fountain the humans had restored for some reason or another. Even when he was alive, he had never understood the point of impractical decoration Though, now, it served a purpose, however small. He was still alive...well, still undead. He took out an explosive bolt, hefted his crossbow, and brought it to bear on a decayed column. He fired. The column fell, obscuring the light, and giving him a safe path to the temple door. He continued inside.
Also to sidewanderer, The reason that most people don't use the spellchecker is because it is a HORRIBLE spellchecker.
I use Chrome. Highlights mistakes that I may have made while typing too hastily. Other than that, you really don't need a spell checker, unless you REALLY lack in... well, spelling.
I'll start when I have a bit of a foothold to start on.
The temple's antechamber was still littered with rubble, despite the human's restoration of the temple. At least, now it was navigable, and the rubble mostly pushed off to the side. Except where he was going. He went over to a boarded up tunnel, which went underground. Stopping to smile briefly at the sign the humans put up, which read
WARNING!
DEADLY TUNNELS!
DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT A DEATH WISH!
A whole mob of the idiot miners who were excavating this tunnel had vanished without a trace. He knew this because he had brought several along, as part of his undead honor guard. But enough laughing at them behind their backs, time to enter the portal.
The portal was hidden at the bottom of a pit, which was laden with what the humans called "soul-sand." It was an interesting substance, and Lark had long thought of experimenting with it. Many a foolish miner had sunken into the ochre and suffocated. However, for Lark, and the other undead, it allowed a simple way to conceal the portal. Lark jumped down into the "sand" and found the portal almost immediately.
Within moments, Lark was within the obsidian walls of the Nethercastle. It was only a short walk to the courtyard, where the Ghast lords, and hopefully, the other Undead lords had gathered. The heavy iron doors opened into the courtyard, and the Nether was all around him. The Ghast Lords were floating lazily about fifteen feet off the ground, and he saw the Creeper King already present. Excellent... he thought to himself. But where are the Spider Queen and Zombie King?
Kreel was incredibly bored. Having nothing to do, he floated about, lazily spewing fireballs. He watched the netherrack catch fire with little interest. As he was about to go off, wondering what his minions were up to, the iron gates of the castle creaked open. He looked over, squinting, to see the Skeleton Lord (I'm really forgetful, I hope that's who you are, SideWanderer.). He grumbled. "Just as I was about to go off, we gather," Kreel breathed.
(sorry have some work to do this week so it takes up most of my time)
There Kovath was again, in the recesses of his dark castle amoung the thousands of book and scripts that he had collected over the years. How many times have i gone over these books again. 'fhe' it did not matter he had read them anofe times that they no longer held his entrest. The only thing that still held his entrest was that one book locked in a glass case cut off from the rest of the world. And the only reasion that this book even still held his entrest was because of the writing in the book. For it was writen in a languge that Kovath, could not understand, and even then it was not that which had keept him so intreged. It was the fact that he had always loved puzzles and riddles. Even when he was out on the hunt for his next meal, He would always ask his prey (if it was sentient anuff) if it could give him a riddle, and if he could not answer the riddle then he would let the prey go. However this hardley ever happend. Mabey today would be the day that he got a riddle that he could not solve, or perhapes something to hold his intrest 'he grumbled to himself' or pehapes ill take a little strole into the nether that place always seems to chear me up. Yes, in fact i think i will do just that. He says as he flotes down to his dungon were his neather portal resides. Steping through it's eary purple glow and then felling the nice warm heat from all the lava around him.
(ps. is there any type of magic involved in this RP or are we just going whith what we got?)
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You know your a bad gamer..... When you're not me.
(sorry have some work to do this week so it takes up most of my time)
There Kovath was again, in the recesses of his dark castle amoung the thousands of book and scripts that he had collected over the years. How many times have i gone over these books again. 'fhe' it did not matter he had read them anofe times that they no longer held his entrest. The only thing that still held his entrest was that one book locked in a glass case cut off from the rest of the world. And the only reasion that this book even still held his entrest was because of the writing in the book. For it was writen in a languge that Kovath, could not understand, and even then it was not that which had keept him so intreged. It was the fact that he had always loved puzzles and riddles. Even when he was out on the hunt for his next meal, He would always ask his prey (if it was sentient anuff) if it could give him a riddle, and if he could not answer the riddle then he would let the prey go. However this hardley ever happend. Mabey today would be the day that he got a riddle that he could not solve, or perhapes something to hold his intrest 'he grumbled to himself' or pehapes ill take a little strole into the nether that place always seems to chear me up. Yes, in fact i think i will do just that. He says as he flotes down to his dungon were his neather portal resides. Steping through it's eary purple glow and then felling the nice warm heat from all the lava around him.
(ps. is there any type of magic involved in this RP or are we just going whith what we got?)
(sorry have some work to do this week so it takes up most of my time)
There Kovath was again, in the recesses of his dark castle amoung the thousands of book and scripts that he had collected over the years. How many times have i gone over these books again. 'fhe' it did not matter he had read them anofe times that they no longer held his entrest. The only thing that still held his entrest was that one book locked in a glass case cut off from the rest of the world. And the only reasion that this book even still held his entrest was because of the writing in the book. For it was writen in a languge that Kovath, could not understand, and even then it was not that which had keept him so intreged. It was the fact that he had always loved puzzles and riddles. Even when he was out on the hunt for his next meal, He would always ask his prey (if it was sentient anuff) if it could give him a riddle, and if he could not answer the riddle then he would let the prey go. However this hardley ever happend. Mabey today would be the day that he got a riddle that he could not solve, or perhapes something to hold his intrest 'he grumbled to himself' or pehapes ill take a little strole into the nether that place always seems to chear me up. Yes, in fact i think i will do just that. He says as he flotes down to his dungon were his neather portal resides. Steping through it's eary purple glow and then felling the nice warm heat from all the lava around him.
(ps. is there any type of magic involved in this RP or are we just going whith what we got?)
Bloodcreed entered through the doorway, Where whatever shiny clothing he had gathered from his pile, This included a lot of gold lined objects on his body, And several necklaces. He wondered over and sat in the nearest chair, Looking at the others with interest. Not that his face could show it, Of course. Wonder what they have talked about so far. Probably nothing important, Like a large chest of shiny objects or something. "Why have I been called here?" He said in a cold raspy voice.
Nazkan drew his sword and turned towards the noise. It only took a second, then the creature lunged towards him. Nazkan responded with a quick kick, that knocked it to the ground. He recognized it as a spider. The spider lunged again and knocked Nazkan to the ground. He knee'd? it in the stomach, knocking it back and onto its back. He grabbed his sword and prepared to deliver the killing blow, but he spider was not along. A second spider flew out of the trees near Nazkan and smashed into his side, causing him to drop his sword. Nazkan clutched his side and rose to his feet. The spiders stood near each other and started to advance. Nazkan prepared to counter the spiders when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. A wolf came leaping out of the undergrowth and attacked the first spider, killing it quickly. The second spider turned quickly to attack this new threat and Nazkan took his chance. In one swift movement he leaped over the spider, grabbed his sword and drove it backwards into the spider. He walked over to the wolf and took out a bone. "Here dog, you earned this one." He walked back to his camp and slept.
Name: Wade Tarrii
Species: Human
Rank: Farmer
Attitude: Independent, secretive, calm and collected, except for when questioned, hasty when something needs to be done, however.
Weapon: A wooden staff with gold tips and patterns. It was carved out of a twelve year old ObsidianBark tree. He calls the staff Glem
Bio: Wade has a dark past, he was once a Priest, in the Holy Church of the Pure. He was a respected Priest, and looked up to by the Children. One night, when he was walking home from the Church, a thief took him by surprise and threw him against a wall. He used his walking stick, named after his friend's deceased son to defend himself. In blind fury, he cracked the thief's skull and killed him. He ran back to the Church in the dark of night to repent his sins. He prayed until morning, when he got up to resign his position when the First Priest arrived. He left without being questioned, and set off to live in a small merchant town, hoping to soon be free of the dark deeds he had committed in his past.
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Once upon a time, there was this creeper, and he met a miner while he was walki--SSSSBOOM!--never mind.....
<Eitery, spider queen>
I saw a brutal human and his disgusting tamed pet murder two of my spiders, and I almost retched in disgust. "Ugh, how terrible..." I muttered to myself, but I didn't dishonor their memory with pointless tears. They had died distracting the human for me, and their sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. I hurried along, my legs silent against the ground. soon I had reached a familiar rock formation, and searched the undergrowth for a tunnel entrance. I found it, and managed to squeeze inside.
I shivered a bit, even though the tunnel was temperate. The flickering torches on the walls, almost out of fuel, provided a creepy mood. As I made my way to the portal, I wondered what the other lords and kings were like. I hadn't seen much other monsters. Soon the portal was right in front of me, and an involuntary shiver went through my body. It seemed so... intimidating. I held my breath, and dove headfirst into the portal.
P.S. Oh my god its AYFTracks! Commence sucking-up!
I mentioned in my post that bloodcreed has some shiny (Metal or gold) Arrows the skeletons could want.
Remember: cannibalism is always an option.
Also to sidewanderer, The reason that most people don't use the spellchecker is because it is a HORRIBLE spellchecker.
Remember: cannibalism is always an option.
Species: Spider
Rank: Empress
Attitude: Though she is the empress, she is not very haughty. Perhaps because the last empress died before she could either teach Eitery or try and kill her. Most of the time, like when surrounded by "lower" spiders, she has to act like she's "better" than them. However, she has a secret agenda to crumble the caste system.
Weapon:None
Bio: The empress of the spiders, Eitery's still very young because the last one died recently. She believes in fairness and equality, but if she wants to stay alive and keep her position, she can't always use it. Most of her life has been sheltered, as custom, but the only reason that she feels more than other empresses is because the last one died before she got a grip on Eitery. The death is still in rumor, but some believe that Eitery attacked or was attacked by the former empress, and had to kill her in self-defense. Either way, Eitery is empress now, and won't confirm any rumors that may be still floating around.
(RP TIME!)
Lark was nearly reached the temple when the sun began to appear on the horizon. He and his guard had made the mistake of departing halfway through the night. He realized his mistake only now as his honor guard and sharpshooters burst into flames as he sprinted behind a tree. Great, soon the humans will be out... he thought to himself.
Lark inched along, under the shade of the trees, until he was within running distance of one of the temples fountains, and made a mad dash to the old, mossy fountain the humans had restored for some reason or another. Even when he was alive, he had never understood the point of impractical decoration Though, now, it served a purpose, however small. He was still alive...well, still undead. He took out an explosive bolt, hefted his crossbow, and brought it to bear on a decayed column. He fired. The column fell, obscuring the light, and giving him a safe path to the temple door. He continued inside.
I use Chrome. Highlights mistakes that I may have made while typing too hastily. Other than that, you really don't need a spell checker, unless you REALLY lack in... well, spelling.
I'll start when I have a bit of a foothold to start on.
The temple's antechamber was still littered with rubble, despite the human's restoration of the temple. At least, now it was navigable, and the rubble mostly pushed off to the side. Except where he was going. He went over to a boarded up tunnel, which went underground. Stopping to smile briefly at the sign the humans put up, which read
A whole mob of the idiot miners who were excavating this tunnel had vanished without a trace. He knew this because he had brought several along, as part of his undead honor guard. But enough laughing at them behind their backs, time to enter the portal.
The portal was hidden at the bottom of a pit, which was laden with what the humans called "soul-sand." It was an interesting substance, and Lark had long thought of experimenting with it. Many a foolish miner had sunken into the ochre and suffocated. However, for Lark, and the other undead, it allowed a simple way to conceal the portal. Lark jumped down into the "sand" and found the portal almost immediately.
Within moments, Lark was within the obsidian walls of the Nethercastle. It was only a short walk to the courtyard, where the Ghast lords, and hopefully, the other Undead lords had gathered. The heavy iron doors opened into the courtyard, and the Nether was all around him. The Ghast Lords were floating lazily about fifteen feet off the ground, and he saw the Creeper King already present. Excellent... he thought to himself. But where are the Spider Queen and Zombie King?
There Kovath was again, in the recesses of his dark castle amoung the thousands of book and scripts that he had collected over the years. How many times have i gone over these books again. 'fhe' it did not matter he had read them anofe times that they no longer held his entrest. The only thing that still held his entrest was that one book locked in a glass case cut off from the rest of the world. And the only reasion that this book even still held his entrest was because of the writing in the book. For it was writen in a languge that Kovath, could not understand, and even then it was not that which had keept him so intreged. It was the fact that he had always loved puzzles and riddles. Even when he was out on the hunt for his next meal, He would always ask his prey (if it was sentient anuff) if it could give him a riddle, and if he could not answer the riddle then he would let the prey go. However this hardley ever happend. Mabey today would be the day that he got a riddle that he could not solve, or perhapes something to hold his intrest 'he grumbled to himself' or pehapes ill take a little strole into the nether that place always seems to chear me up. Yes, in fact i think i will do just that. He says as he flotes down to his dungon were his neather portal resides. Steping through it's eary purple glow and then felling the nice warm heat from all the lava around him.
(ps. is there any type of magic involved in this RP or are we just going whith what we got?)
Must... not... insult... user.... for.... horrible... grammar.... and.... spelling.... and... punctuation....
*Stabs self in the stomach*
Thank you for stating what I was thinking. I could not even comprehend what he was trying to say. :tongue.gif:
((edit) also any ideas on how i can avoid my spelling and grammer mistakes would save a lot of time, and stop u from having to complain about me.)
Remember: cannibalism is always an option.
((Use Google Chrome, Firefox, or simply just Word, if you wanna be neat, and if you have the time. Irons out all the obvious spelling mistakes.))
Species: Human
Rank: Farmer
Attitude: Independent, secretive, calm and collected, except for when questioned, hasty when something needs to be done, however.
Weapon: A wooden staff with gold tips and patterns. It was carved out of a twelve year old ObsidianBark tree. He calls the staff Glem
Bio: Wade has a dark past, he was once a Priest, in the Holy Church of the Pure. He was a respected Priest, and looked up to by the Children. One night, when he was walking home from the Church, a thief took him by surprise and threw him against a wall. He used his walking stick, named after his friend's deceased son to defend himself. In blind fury, he cracked the thief's skull and killed him. He ran back to the Church in the dark of night to repent his sins. He prayed until morning, when he got up to resign his position when the First Priest arrived. He left without being questioned, and set off to live in a small merchant town, hoping to soon be free of the dark deeds he had committed in his past.
I saw a brutal human and his disgusting tamed pet murder two of my spiders, and I almost retched in disgust. "Ugh, how terrible..." I muttered to myself, but I didn't dishonor their memory with pointless tears. They had died distracting the human for me, and their sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. I hurried along, my legs silent against the ground. soon I had reached a familiar rock formation, and searched the undergrowth for a tunnel entrance. I found it, and managed to squeeze inside.
I shivered a bit, even though the tunnel was temperate. The flickering torches on the walls, almost out of fuel, provided a creepy mood. As I made my way to the portal, I wondered what the other lords and kings were like. I hadn't seen much other monsters. Soon the portal was right in front of me, and an involuntary shiver went through my body. It seemed so... intimidating. I held my breath, and dove headfirst into the portal.