(Hey doodle, Could you describe your guy a little better? It would help me get a better mental picture of whats going on. Posting cause theres nothing to do and I don't want to just post for that one line.)
Nazkan woke up in the middle of the night, and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep. After an hour with no avail, Nazkan decided to go for a walk. He pushed open the door and walked onto the street. The town was dark and no one else was to be seen. Walking along the main road, Nazkan arrived at the south gate. Climbing the wall, Nazkan stood at the top and looked out across the land. He wondered what he had gotten himself into, what dangers he would face, what people he would meet. Nazkan sat there, Just thinking, for several hours. Eventually, He stood up, turned around, and headed back to the Inn, contempt that he'd settled his mind. Laying back into bed, Nazkan thought to himself, "I'll have to introduce myself to the others, especially the guide."
Kag traversed the tough, hilly terrain with an ease that spoke of years of traveling the land. She stopped for a moment, leaning on her staff, and closed her eyes. Slowly, her eyes still shut, she touched her palm to the ground. Instantly a flow of information rushed in to her mind: The grass, the trees, even the soil, whispering about what they had witnessed, felt, and heard. Above all, she heard the voice of the Goddess Huk, speaking through the earth. "You are very near. Tomorrow begins your true destiny.," the voice of Huk whispered, awing Kag with it's sheer magnificence and strength. Kag opened her eyes, following a trail that only she knew, until she reached a small town. Kag approached the gate of the town, and curled up on a patch of earth several yards away. There she waited for something she could only guess at, known only to Huk.
{Sorry for my pathetic post yesterday. I was bit busy. Anyway, I am very, very, very, sorry to say, but I am going overseas for a month, starting on Thursday. I will have limited computor access and internet connection is too much to hope for. I may have to send the RP into stasis until then. I feel pathetic at having to abandon a good RP this early... :sad.gif: }
{Oh, and farewell, Bjbond007. You're welcome back anytime.}
After paying for his drink, Konan took down the poster and left the inn. Upon arriving in his library home, he immediatly began to pack supplies, twang his bowstring, and prepare for the journey. When finished at last, he picked up a good book, read for a short while, then fell on his bed and slept, dreams filled with mysterious doors and insane creepers.
{Timewarp for everyone who's ready.}
Konan woke at the shrill cry of the town rooster. For a moment, he lay in the morning light, blissfully unaware of the looming journey. Then he snapped back to reality. Sighing, he donned his archers tunic, small pack, leather gloves, lightweight quiver and intricately carved bow, which he had owned since his days in the Army. He was a much more impressive sight now.
Alone he walked through the awakening town to the southern road, and stood there, leaning on the "Welcome to Skogenheim!" sign and blinking in the sunlight.
'Hello!' I greeted cheerfully, obviously not put down by the lack of answer to his previous question. 'I thought you would leave from here, I found a nice attic to sleep in last night, there was even a little cat to keep me company' I said carefully, pulling a cat from under my shoulder pad, ' I'm gonna call him Lesly' I whispered affectionately.
**Don't ask if the shoulder pads are big enough, because they most certainly are. And on a side note, a lot of the people from looking for heroes are here, i wonder why?**
Nazkan woke up, and lifted himself out of bed with great difficulty. His body was still tired from his late night walk, but he pushed past it and started to put on his armour. After about an hour, Nazkan was finishing up his armour and walked out to the main road. He passed several stalls on his way to south gate, many of which were getting set up for the days shopping. Reaching the gate, Nazkan could see the group had already begun forming, With the leader and the pig-man already gathered.
"Whats with the cat?" Nazkan asked as he walked closer to the group.
Gerni hopped out of her bed, ready to go. She dashed out of her house and onto the street. When she got to the gate, she was surprised to see that so many people had already gotten there. " Hi!" she greeted cheerfully.
{OK, guys, the time has come. I am leaving tomorrow, so I am going to have to send the RP into stasis for a whole month. Dearest apologies. I'll post again when I have internet again-Sorry. :sad.gif: :sad.gif: :sad.gif: :sad.gif: }
The old warrior smiled. "Good, we have all arrived. Excellent, in fact. But no time for talk. It is a hard trek south, to the Skogenheim Marsh."Konan nodded once, then started walking, relying on the others to follow. His bow seemed heavier than usual, as if it new it was going to be used once more, and soon.
(Cool, Welcome back pig. Hope the others are still interested.)
The group started walking off, So Nazkan grabbed his hammer harder and started to follow. He caught up with the leader at the front of the group and decided to make some small talk.
"If you don't mind me asking Konan, What are your reasons for hunting this door? The monsters don't appear to be growing any stronger; and many before you have tried and failed before. I want to be certain you at least have a reason before I go risking my life for some doomed endeavor."
:cool.gif:
Name: Bloin
Race: Dwarf
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long black beard and a balding head. A black tunic and greyish pants. Black boots. Muscular. Pale green eyes.
Bio: Bloin was born into one of the rich dwarven families. He was always tired of being treated with such royalty. When he played with his friends when he was little and they played hide and find they could always never find him because Bloin was always hidden very well in the shadows. When he grew up and could get his own house he moved down to the lower levels and became a miner after being so sick of being rich. He later decided he wanted to live in fresher air and moved up to the surface. He sometimes visits town for supplies.
Equipment: A dagger and a pickaxe.
Skills: Shadow meld.
Oneliner: Bloin the rogue.
Other: Don't threaten his loved ones or you will regret it.
Have you ever been in any other RPs: Lands of Golara, Among the stars, The lost coast, Dark souls, Alainn, War-torn, Spectral form and a few others you get the idea.
Have you ever been kicked out of an RP: Nope.
Will you be active: YES!
Nazkan woke up in the middle of the night, and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep. After an hour with no avail, Nazkan decided to go for a walk. He pushed open the door and walked onto the street. The town was dark and no one else was to be seen. Walking along the main road, Nazkan arrived at the south gate. Climbing the wall, Nazkan stood at the top and looked out across the land. He wondered what he had gotten himself into, what dangers he would face, what people he would meet. Nazkan sat there, Just thinking, for several hours. Eventually, He stood up, turned around, and headed back to the Inn, contempt that he'd settled his mind. Laying back into bed, Nazkan thought to himself, "I'll have to introduce myself to the others, especially the guide."
**Edit: Sorry for not being active, some real-life things getting in the way...**
{Oh, and farewell, Bjbond007. You're welcome back anytime.}
After paying for his drink, Konan took down the poster and left the inn. Upon arriving in his library home, he immediatly began to pack supplies, twang his bowstring, and prepare for the journey. When finished at last, he picked up a good book, read for a short while, then fell on his bed and slept, dreams filled with mysterious doors and insane creepers.
{Timewarp for everyone who's ready.}
Konan woke at the shrill cry of the town rooster. For a moment, he lay in the morning light, blissfully unaware of the looming journey. Then he snapped back to reality. Sighing, he donned his archers tunic, small pack, leather gloves, lightweight quiver and intricately carved bow, which he had owned since his days in the Army. He was a much more impressive sight now.
Alone he walked through the awakening town to the southern road, and stood there, leaning on the "Welcome to Skogenheim!" sign and blinking in the sunlight.
**Don't ask if the shoulder pads are big enough, because they most certainly are. And on a side note, a lot of the people from looking for heroes are here, i wonder why?**
"Whats with the cat?" Nazkan asked as he walked closer to the group.
http://dragcave.net/...CreeperKittenXX Click the dragons on my scroll, please. Their lives depend on you! =3
The old warrior smiled. "Good, we have all arrived. Excellent, in fact. But no time for talk. It is a hard trek south, to the Skogenheim Marsh."Konan nodded once, then started walking, relying on the others to follow. His bow seemed heavier than usual, as if it new it was going to be used once more, and soon.
{First battle coming up.}
The group started walking off, So Nazkan grabbed his hammer harder and started to follow. He caught up with the leader at the front of the group and decided to make some small talk.
"If you don't mind me asking Konan, What are your reasons for hunting this door? The monsters don't appear to be growing any stronger; and many before you have tried and failed before. I want to be certain you at least have a reason before I go risking my life for some doomed endeavor."
Name: Bloin
Race: Dwarf
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long black beard and a balding head. A black tunic and greyish pants. Black boots. Muscular. Pale green eyes.
Bio: Bloin was born into one of the rich dwarven families. He was always tired of being treated with such royalty. When he played with his friends when he was little and they played hide and find they could always never find him because Bloin was always hidden very well in the shadows. When he grew up and could get his own house he moved down to the lower levels and became a miner after being so sick of being rich. He later decided he wanted to live in fresher air and moved up to the surface. He sometimes visits town for supplies.
Equipment: A dagger and a pickaxe.
Skills: Shadow meld.
Oneliner: Bloin the rogue.
Other: Don't threaten his loved ones or you will regret it.
Have you ever been in any other RPs: Lands of Golara, Among the stars, The lost coast, Dark souls, Alainn, War-torn, Spectral form and a few others you get the idea.
Have you ever been kicked out of an RP: Nope.
Will you be active: YES!
"Dragons are dragons because humans can't kill 'em...so what do you call a man that kills dragons?" - Godo, Berserk
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHY MUST THIS DIE!
"Dragons are dragons because humans can't kill 'em...so what do you call a man that kills dragons?" - Godo, Berserk