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  1. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    blub. *goes back to sleep for a century*
  2. Shadows in Orolindaria

    Rootkin. Rob noted the new term and tucked it away for later investigation. He raised his brows and looked about interestedly. Now that the folklore had a new name, he wanted even more to see it for himself. Syr's gaze seemed to turn inward for a few moments, something had distracted him. Rob cocked his head to the side but heard and sensed nothing. He shrugged to himself. Rob blinked, pulled from distracted thoughts. He opened his mouth, then closed it, frowning. He and Phil had yet to agree on a palatable backstory, and he was pretty sure "Had to get as far from the folk with flaming pitchforks as possible, as quickly as possible" was an extremely poor introductory note. Thankfully the strange fellow didn't seem to notice at all, already several strides ahead of Rob, as he'd paused to try and pull up a plausible excuse. Phil was the one with the silver tongue, dammit, not him. Rob shrugged, leaving the question unanswered and followed his companion deeper into the forest as he seemed to be following some unseen guide. June?! What in the heck was she doing out here on her own? Rob scratched his head and came up behind Syr, nodding to June also. "It seems we've lost the others," he observed impartially. He felt good enough about the one called Travis and Breta that he felt Phil would be safe enough from any actual harm while with the others that he didn't feel particularly panicked about the temporary separation, and perhaps the woods had pulled the three of them away for a reason? Perhaps just June and Syr, Rob had a penchant for idly wandering into odd situations with aplomb. Phil opened his mouth to give the crazy man his name but slowly closed it as the mage demonstrated an astounding ability to ignore the need to breath whilst speaking. A smile quirked the side of his mouth as the man finally ran down and apparently became distracted by something shiny. He looked over to what had caught Morrin's attention. Huh. Breta. With a fox? Cute, Phil supposed, but so what? She was some sort of wilderness girl right? Thistley or something. He was vaguely aware that she'd made an announcement to the effect of "Don't step on the flowers pleeeeaaase" while the mage was babbling but he hadn't reaaaallly been listening. He shrugged. Travis was still chatting up the Kenra, it seemed. Well that wouldn't do. Phil swaggered up just in time to hear this, and raised an eyebrow internally. Barely even introduced and they'd already had their first fight? Maybe he had a better chance with Travis than he'd thought! Keeping his mischievous grin to a polite misdemeanor he nodded in the Kenra's direction first, then to Travis. "Well hello to you too, darling," he appraised the Kenra in a glance and she seemed uncomfortable, he hoped she'd been so before he'd walked up, "and what might we be talking about then?" He kept his voice warm, low, and inviting, comfortable in a word.
  3. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    Aiii. It's been a rough week of sleep deprivation, sorrah. <3 u gaiz.
  4. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    ...he might like that... XD
  5. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    Omfg flying for funzies? Careful, Morrin might get stuck with a Phil barnacle.
  6. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    XD I threw my awkward one atchu! Catch! Hahahaha
  7. Shadows in Orolindaria

    Phil watched the floating mage's exchange with the little girl with interest, and amusement. Clearly unbalanced - in the mental sense, his physical balance was astounding, all things considered - he nonetheless managed to exude an aura of puffed-up importance all the way over to where Phil ambled near the back of the group. He grinned at the little girl's obvious discomfort during the exchange, and grinned even wider as an errant thought struck him. He leaned over to the Rob and murmured, "Wonder if he'd deflate like a balloon if you stuck him with a pin?" Rob coughed to cover a snort, and shook his head. The twins then watched a lunatic create a river in the middle of the road. They both raised eyebrows at that. Rob's grin slid off his face, there appeared to be some sort of dispute, he hoped it wouldn't turn violent. He'd make sure it didn't, he assured himself, focusing all his attention on the altercation and walking toward the mage to intercept if need be. Travis beat him to the punch, however and Breta and the mage parted before he got there. He slowed his pace and fell in unobtrusively beside a packhorse, watching June march an aggressive route to the front of the group, clearly in no mood to stop or speak. "What's got her in a fluff, eh?" Phil fell in beside Rob, perfectly aware of what had precipitated his sudden desire to walk faster. Rob shrugged, he'd never understood the whims of women, why would he start now? He blew a sigh out through his nose and turned to track the large hooded man, who'd fallen behind the rest. He was standing beneath a tree, clearly much relaxed, from how he'd been within the city. Rob raised a brow as the large man moved to remove his hood. He raised both brows when he caught sight of the man's eyes. That was surely an uncommon colour. Phil leaned in, obnoxiously, "So we liking the strong silent type then?" He grinned. Rob closed his eyes and counted to three, a common practice when dealing with Phil. "How is it you're still breathing, brother dearest? I swear that vile font you call a mouth has been punched in enough times you ought to at least be stripped of the power of speech." "Praise be to the gods above! T'is a miracle! My tongue be silver, but my mouth, she is clearly made of ironwood!" Phil laughed. Rob shook his head and drifted back to speak to the large man. Phil let him go, looking for where June had scampered off to, and what might that enigmatic Travis be talking to their official mascot Kenra about? Rob fell in beside Syr, glancing at him and nodding in greeting. He let the silence go for a time, enjoying it, then ventured a comment, "I've never seen eyes such as yours." He turned to study them, perhaps a bit longer than was socially acceptable. He was truly fascinated, they almost seemed to glow. After a pause longer than was graceful, he asked, "Are you of the tree folk?" He'd heard tales of folk who could become trees at will and could just as easily walk as men (or women), old tales - fairy and otherwise - interested him greatly. He hoped he wasn't making the large man uncomfortable, but his curiosity overcame his reticence, if not his awkwardness. Phil meanwhile took himself on up to the mage, something about him stirred the malevolent spirit of mischief within Phil's sad little soul. "T'was a pretty little river, little odd putting it where folk are expected to walk though," He jibed with a grin as his greeting, walking up to the floating anomaly.

    @Song Sprite You know you gotta kick my butt to write that this weekend! Preferably before I find the wine again XD
  9. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    My apologies for the comm silence, I'll have a post up tomorrow. If you're feeling antsy to post Song, don't feel like you have to wait for me XD I get home pretty late, so it won't be till later evening.
  10. OOC: Welcome to the Marsh

    Apologies, I meant to make a post last weekend but life got in the way, and I've been migrainey most of this past week. I also want to instigate a turn order, anyone's free to post in the meantime, but if I do not get a post out later today then it may be a few days more after that. Thanks for the boop :)
  11. Shadows in Orolindaria

    Rob's eyes widened fractionally before dashing to the floor. And he'd been worried about Phil's entanglements, it looked like he was going to get into an awful lot of trouble, awfully easy. He was careful not to look back, the slightest hint of pink tinging his cheeks momentarily. Rob raised a skeptical brow. It seemed a singularly odd method of locomotion, and none too practical; what happened when a good gust came up? Well.... each to their own. Phil ambled jauntily at the back of the pack, aimlessly whistling a counterpoint to June's drumming. He and Rob traveled light at all times, a necessity of the life, as it were. If you never knew when you'd have to disappear, it was best to simply keep all one's possessions on one's person. It would be nice to have an instrument, or luxuries like a bedroll and a spare set of clothes, but it was what it was. Their clothes had, as a result, a multitude of hidden pockets, and dark fabric lining the bright blues and yellows of their attire, to be turned inside out for night-work. Rob was trundling along quietly beside his brother, eyes flicking back and forth attentively between all the members of the party, insuring he knew their position at all times. His hands were twitching impatiently, plucking a leaf here, brushing away a branch there, he'd kept them mostly still for the entirety of the interview, but now he was moving again, his hands wanted to move also. He mindlessly twisted them in a particular, discreet movement close to his body and plucked a small coin out of the air. After examining it for a moment, he determined it wasn't one of his Phil's, and he quickly slipped it into an interior pocket. Someday he'd stop doing that trick and taking things that weren't his, but today, apparently, was not that day. To keep his hands busy, and, hopefully, prevent himself from future theft, he took out a handful of tiny silver balls, and flipped them through the air distractedly; they tinkled softly as they flew through the air and his hands, like little bells. The tiny sound accentuated Phil's whistling and June's drumming.
  12. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    Woops. Iiiii.... yeah. Time has lost all meaning. XD Gogo all the posting!
  13. OOC Quest: A Peace between Nations

    hahahaha omg Phil and Rob might be in trouble!! XD I'll get a post up tomorrow, hopefully, if not, then Sunday for sure. Anon, if you get a chance to post before I do, please2do! ^^ #RobandPhilbewilderedbutadequatehusbandos
  14. OOC: Welcome to the Marsh

    Welp, timewise it's a half-day trek, posts wise, I was thinking of doing a time jump next post, but I was waiting to see if anyone else would post. Either way sometime this weekend when I have a moment to post, I'm time-jumping us ahead to tonight, when we'll set a camp or pause or something on the edge of the distortion (will explain how it's visually apparent), and at that point ppl can either do the group thing or slip off to explore on their own. (If you want to do a solo-explore, but want a bit more description of the area, feel free to PM me, otherwise I'll update the scenery as we go :))