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  1. TheElementHunter

    When Snow Falls

    "We'll... be discussing the details later when everyone arrives. Then after, we'll be departing immediately." Sikko nods, looking over at the newcomer. His presence didn't seem to bother Silverstrike, that was one less person he had to worry about keeping save from the death claws. Nothing about the mind stands out to him, in all actuality he seemed a bit cliche-ish. A good thing in Sikko's opinion, the more common place, the more predictable; he knew this one wasn't going to blow them all up in the middle of the night or something. "I'm sorry to be rude, but also- what did you do to your cat earlier?" Sikko laughs. "Oh, Silverstrike hates any type of liquids," With a wave of his hands he picks up the water from a nearby basin and turns it to ice, shredding it into fine flakes. A light coat of ice floats from above, coating the group. "The magic in my bracelet allows me to... threaten her with a full blown bath at anytime." He looks down at the glaring ocelot sitting in his lap another smile cracking his features. he didn't know what was up with the man, but he would definently keep his wits about him when he was around; if Silverstrike didn't trust, he didn't either. "If you don't mind me asking: Who are you?" He shifts a bit, biting his lip. "I mean, you don't have to get into anything personal if you don't want to, but if we're gonna be a team," And survive "We should know a little bit about each other." He waits, foot sending shaky rhythm up from the floor. @Artificer
  2. TheElementHunter

    When Snow Falls

    "My name is Marcel Hadley, but everyone calls me Snipe." "Are you perhaps Isaac, or one of the other members? Not everyone has arrived yet, so you'll have to forgive me if I mistake your name." Sikko shook his head, waving a chair over to him with a bit of air. "No, my name is Sikkoran but you can can me Sikko," He sits. "It's your map that saved me and I just wanted to return the thanks by helping you with this quest. You know I-" He is interrupted by a high pitch snarl coming from his shoulder. He only has enough time to whip the ale from a nearby cup over Sillverstrike, interrupting her launch at the other man. She spits at the man but Sikko whips her up an fastens her tightly around his backpack with the brown ale-turned-ice. He raises an eyebrow at the other man for a brief moment before excusing himself. Rushing to the back he proceeds to scold Silverstrike until her ears hunch back into her skull. What was up with that man? Why did he have her all riled up? Young man, I'm going to have to ask you to take your... pet outside. Policy." The tavern keepers voice brings him out of his thoughts. A frown falls on his face, as he puts a hand over one of her paws. "Not a pet." He proceeds to go back to Marcel, making sure to keep Silverstrike firmly in his arms. "Sorry about that, she gets a bit riled up with strangers." A shrug lifts his shoulders as he sits back down. "So what are the details of this quest?" @Artificer
  3. TheElementHunter

    When Snow Falls

    Sikko leans into the fire, holding the flyer in his hand. The wind, previously whipping in a storm, is now calm, waving the paper slightly as he reads the listing again. Should you really be doing this Sikko? He stands up swiping a hand through the air to wipe away the snow that’s piled on his air barrier through the night. You’re supposed to be looking for the water artifact, not jumping on random quest that have the potential to get you killed. Stars glitter above, growing dimmer as light escapes the rising sun. Guess it doesn’t matter, huh? He’s jolted out of his thoughts as a plume off snow erupts from his feet. Silverstrike slips in an attempt to right herself, her yowl piercing the early morning air. Her coat glimmers a fiery orange, the snow reflecting her fur in various crystalline patterns. A snarl sits upon her features, as she paws at the ground, looking him in the eyes. “What is it girl, did you find anything?” Another yowl and she’s off. He quickly snuffs the fire, picking up his coat and putting on his shoulders. He stuffs the flyer into his pack along with a few strips of freshly cured jerky, and his blanket. With his sheath strapped to his belt he takes off after Silverstrike. Trees whip past, stinging as they catch him in the face. Snow streams behind him as he quickens his glide, trying to keep up with the fiery stripe whipping between the trees. He’d been wondering for days, having lost his way during the snowstorm. Happening upon the flyer was pure luck, one that saved his life. He’d been following the map on it for a day now; he just hoped Silverstrike had found the town and not some stupid rats nest or something. “Silverstrike, you know I can’t go as fast as you, wait up!” She yowls again speeding up considerably. With an exasperated sigh Sikko wills himself into the air, a sphere of air surrounding his form. Tiredness trickling in his veins as he flew higher, willing more magic to keep his sphere together in the thinning air. He could now see what she was so eager about. On the edge of a deep ravine sat Valjer a city layered in ice. “Fwoot!” A sharp whistle pierces the air as Sikko returns to earth, calling Silverstrike. No one pays him much mind as he strolls into town, not that there are many people out at the time. Shifting his fur coat on his shoulders, he heads toward the middle of town hoping to find a message board or an inn where he could get some information about the quest. After a half hour of run around Sikko finally steps into the tavern. Bubbly bear and scanty women greet his eyes and his skin tingles at the surge of warmth. It’s not the busiest tavern he’s been in but the familiar buzz of leisure life still fills the place. He scans the room. Once. Twice. On the third time his eyes land on two men. They seem to be waiting, watching the door for someone. Beats wondering around for another hour. Sikko thinks before heading over to the men. He pulls out the flyer and sets it on the table, Silverstrike perched on his backpack. “Are you the ones who made this flyer?”
  4. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Helmet #1
  5. Amin was sweating when he seen the figure. It started out small, the size of the mistress that had dashed over to there. by the time he'd downed his fifth gorilla the figure stood thirty feet in the air. He kind of felt bad for the gorillas at this point. As he stood in the woods he watched as some were crushed, others punched, and a few thrown clear of his head and into the woods. It only took a few minutes before the remaining gorillas took the hint and decided to turn tail and retreat into the forest. Amin looked at the dead bodies that littered the floor, turning away with a frown. The mistress was not a kind person to have all those people sacrificed for some armor. Sure it was powerful, but wasn't life more precious? A mournful tune plays on his lips for a moment and the ground around them starts to shake. Vines sprout up wrapping around each body and gently pulling them into the ground, a small flower marking each grave. Much better. "Stranger, join us until we leave this forest. Then you may get your reward for helping us." she spoke to the man. Amin turned, looking at the lady for a moment before nodding his head. He could use the help and a reward would be nice after all these weeks of depravity. "Do you have any earthen artifacts, something that will connect me more deeply with Mother Gaia?" If she does he will thank her gladly and accept this gift. @Thotification
  6. Anyone got any tips on world building?

    1. vielle

      vielle

      Try the Worldbuilding club of Valucre! 

       

    2. TheElementHunter

      TheElementHunter

      Will do.

  7. Amin cracked his lips, licking them before turning to face Khaki again. "Stay ale-" The words died on his lips as he looked at the group behind him. there eyes were glazed over, a sickly determination set in their faces. The hurt ones pulled away from those helping them along and began trying to walk away. Many stumbles, skinning knees, elbows, even a face, but they kept going. The ones who weren't hurt ran ahead of him, nearly knocking him over in their haste. Khaki looked at him a moment before bounding away with the others. He followed. They cut through a clearing, jump over a few rocks, and nearly died in a tangle of clutch weeds. All the while Amin followed trying his best to keep up with there frantic pace. He was nearly at a point of leaving these fanatics to there fate when they cut through the trees and into a clearing filled with giant gorillas. A women sat, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the dreamy eyed group. Amin attempted to hang back, but a gorilla spotted him and charged. Ducking out of the way, he began to sing a hard song. The trees began to sway, whipping back and forth in time with the music. Then, out of the ground, a root springs up grappling the looming creature. Amin draws his bow, sings to an arrow, and watches as the fiery metal sinks into the gorillas skull. A massive scream erupts from it's mouth before it slumps over, dead. What the hell is going on here! @Thotification
  8. "But you stranger. You're kind enough to care for us. For that, please accept my gratitude." Amin nods as the women, who he knew now as Khaki, finished her speech. A shrugged itches at his shoulders; it was more or less his job to help others, that is if they are doing the right thing of course. Khaki seemed honest enough, he hadn't even felt a tug of untruthfulness when she'd relayed all of that information, She must be telling the truth. Pretty soon the crackle of mountain rocks replace the soft crunch of twigs and forest leaves. they were getting closer to the mountain, and the Mistress. He pulls out his bow, the song dying on his lips as fast as it'd come. Now he was alert, ready for anything that might come his way. @Thotification
  9. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Happy New Years! *Failed confetti throw*
  10. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Lot's of school and stress. Kinda turned back to rping to get my mind off somethings and onto something more positive.
  11. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Heyooo, how r u?
  12. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Does valucre have a dnd group? Or does anyone have one in which I (a noob) can join?
  13. I just realized how expansive DnD was, I am so blown away!

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    2. TheElementHunter

      TheElementHunter

      OMG! I need to join one of these things. Any idea how I could?

       

    3. vielle

      vielle

      I'm not sure about the Valucre D&D group, so gotta ask around here for that in particular 👀 there's plenty of people around here who play 😊

    4. TheElementHunter

      TheElementHunter

      Thx, I'll probably make a post in the general chat or something.

  14. "Stranger!" Amin slowly turns, eyeing the woman. "The injured stays with us. If things turn for the worse, they would be good bait for the monsters. As for that lady you mentioned, I guess she's waiting for reinforcements. Or more likely someone willing to act as bait for the garantahs. I'm pretty sure that's what the lady would do." He couldn't believe his ears! Did that woman just say use the injured as bait. He looks at the wounded, the gears turning in his head. None of them showed any looks of consternation, or even a protestant eye bulge. Were they actually OK with being used as mere strips of meat for their leaders selfish desires. He opens his mouth, a light songs breezing through his lips. Looping through the air they enter the ears of the injured. His muscles wealen as strength leaves his body, entering those with a hot jolt to the chest. Their wounds are not healed, but they have strength to fight if they need to. At least they have a chance. He turns once again in the direction of the woman. The forest is thicker here. Vines twirl around trees, strong armed as if to strangle the dark wood. The only paths are those of the small creatures, they loop and provide temporary footpaths before disappearing into the undergrowth. He turns to the leader once again, eyebrow cocked. "What is your name? I never thought to ask you before you said something about the woman." He leaps over a small puddle of mud. "You clearly know her and the reason she needs these... reinforcements." He waits, singing a small tune that'll make her more inclined to tell the truth. @Thotification
  15. TheElementHunter

    General chat thread

    Even if I dint set it in Val I will definently consider setting up a tavern with a mostly drunk traveler that, in his younger years, been all across the universe and tells stories if his travels and what others have told him.
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