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  1. boneami

    Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    *Grey walked to the edge of the wharf and hopped off. The grey cloaked figure disapeared almost instantly into the mist rising off the ocean. As he strode near the tides desperate reach for the land he pulled a tiny, silver flute from under his shirt he began to play a sad, ancient song in a minor key. After a few moments he let the flute drop and hang from the cord around his neck. But though he no longer placed lips to metal, the flute played on and he began to sing, his voice, high and sweet, in soft counterpoint to the flutes melody.* *Grey missed his land. His people... even now he'd give anything to hear the mocking of the town bully but... he'd made his choice though he felt the choice had been made for him. A puppet, dancing for the amusement of some petty God. His family, dead now trying to protect him, his love dead because of him. They were all memories. And that was all they ever could be now. His song never faltered though the memories it invoked were grim. When first he'd begun his walk the sea lay quiet. The rising moon cast a long, silver streak across the black water, reminding him of the streak of silver in the dark hair of Her. And without his realizing it, the sea answered his song. She rose and fell as the song progressed, rising further and further until finally the young mans song ceased.. He looked back at her and smiled softly,* Sorry Mother. I never meant to agitate you so. *He waved his arms and the waters, heeded him, rolled back and stilled. Finally he sat, legs crossed, and head bowed. Wishing for what might have been.* Stupid, stupid man, *he whispered softly* it should have been you.* Alone, he wept without shame; not feeling the seas gentle kiss as she sought to pull his pain from him... After several moments the sounds coming from the inn intruded upon his reverie and with a sigh he stood and began to walk t'ward it. And even though the sounds of laughter felt as bitter to him as any healers draught, a night in-doors and in an actual bed sounded good. And several drinks sounded even better. With that thought in mind he pushed through the large wooden doors, heading straight to the bar.
  2. boneami

    Lyric Talk -- Literally

    Well we've really taken off Don't like burnin out Ev'ry time you turn it on Makes me wanna shout. We keep gettin' hotter Movin' way too fast! If we don't slow this fire down We're not gonna last Cool the engines!
  3. boneami

    I'm old. Like REALLY old.

    *shifty eyes* Uh oh. Supernal's on to me. I appreciate the welcome, friend. I'd love to jump in and start playing but should really start by reading up on the place. It's odd that I signed up in May and never came back. Not sure how that happened... hmmm. I'm looking forward to dusting off my old guys again. I know from past experience I'll be rusty so I'll start by writing in "skins" I'm already used to. Marthaen and Grey seem like good ones to start with. Anyway, thanks again and if you know anyone looking to play some simple stuff to start with please have them message me and let's see what kind of trouble we can get in to. :)
  4. boneami

    I'm old. Like REALLY old.

    As far as I remember it'd be long time never seen. But my memory aint what it used to be...
  5. boneami

    I'm old. Like REALLY old.

    I started role-playing about *checks watch* 35 years ago so... yeah, there's that. I haven't done much lately but I'd love to get back into it again. As with anyone I play better with some styles than others. I enjoy romance and silliness though you have to have some tension or it all gets very boring very quickly. I can write 1500 word posts or 3 word posts but prefer something in between all that. I'm not sure how long a post can be here so I'll throw in a snippet that's pretty short but will give you an idea of how I write. I like to play a LOT by which I mean both enjoying it, and doing it often; so once a week, with exceptions of course, won't keep me happy. Frankly I'd prefer to post at least daily or more often. I'm not a grammar nazi and if you are you're REALLY going to hate me so let's do us both a favor... Anyway, what follows is an entrance written long before most people here were born. :) And I have walked this way before. Perhaps I perished an age ago in some long forgotten act of arrogance. But in my passing came clarity and prayer so deep and earnest that the Goddess took pity on me and granted me once more the bitter boon of life. But, though she gave me life again she would interfere no more. She wouldn't clear the dust from my aching lungs nor remove the stones from under my bruised feet. No, once more the choices were mine. To walk once again the easy path of arrogance and pride and to die. Unloved, never remembered and never mourned. Or at last to take the harder road. Take that overgrown, bramble filled path where at the end I would find my destiny. To finally find my way... Home.
  6. boneami

    Valucre, the best roleplay site

    Ummm... you do know that you're number one on top rp now, right? By a wide margin. Congratulations!
  7. And I have walked this way before. Perhaps I perished an age ago in some long forgotten act of arrogance. But in my passing came clarity and prayer so deep and earnest that the Goddess took pity on me and granted me once more the bitter boon of life. But, though she gave me life again she would interfere no more. She wouldn't clear the dust from my aching lungs nor remove the stones from under my bruised feet. No once more the choices were mine. To walk once again the easy path of arrogance and pride and to die. Unloved, never remembered and never mourned. Or at last to take the harder road. Take that overgrown bramble filled path where at the end I would find my destiny. To finally find my way...

    Home.

    (This is the kind of thing I do.)

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