Dizzy00

Tsidia, you're up.

The Dragoness soared over the aspen trees laced with ice and snow, as Iani slowed down. The Zombie stared ahead and spotted it too. A log lay in the way a few miles away. She felt her gut wrench in terrible instinct as her party approached. Iani, too busy chatting with his goat- was that correct? Yes-talking to his goat, was too distracted too stop them. She dismounted her dapple and barred the path. Then with a gist of her fingers and a warning look she conjured an imploding cloud of smoke to prevent the travelers from continuing.

It's my turn now, but I'm a bit busy. I'll probs. post during the weekend

We are trying to move in a more organic way. When there isn't an obvious way to move, then we'll rely on the order. If you want to specifically call on someone do it. Tsidia, you're good b/c it was an open response situation.

sorta? Don't worry Definitely don't delete it

Guys, we are all riding horses and the length of the last posts tell me it's hard to come up with a way to make the subject more interesting. I believe it can be done, but we need to let the story move more organically. So... let's say we are forced to stop almost immediately after we leave the forest. why...? Take your pick (Up for vote) -bandits -troll -suggestions? Once we get into this stage I want ya'll to feel free to intersect the post order for the sake of direct communication, or direct action/reaction since me and Tsidia have trouble talking. Please write in parenthesis who the dialogue is aimed at. ex. Posting order: Susan, Richie, Bobby, Jackie S: Susan took the axe and carried it outside she inspected the map before starting the first hole. R: Richie was out for a fix of his pipe when he noticed a figure in the dark. "Susan?" he asked what the hell are you doing?!" (4 Susan) or (Susan) S: *Susan posts (not necessarily long) R: *Richie posts This continues until both end the convo. R: *dialogue (end?) S: ( End) or S: *dialogue (end) or S: (*reason for extend) Then onto Bobby's turn b/c he's next on the order. Pls remind bobby it is his turn PS Dialouge intersections can be open to everyone Feel free to comment in the ooc if you wanna be part of the convo. Be fast! get a yes and go. ex. R: Richie was out for a fix of his pipe when he noticed a figure in the dark. "Susan?" he asked what the hell are you doing?!" (to Susan) S: *susan posts (not necessarily long) J in the OOC: can I jump in? S AND R: yup J: *continues dialogue Good if you wanna throw in a one liner or if someone just walked into a joke etc. Recap: vote for a topic, we're gonna get more conversation orienated (read da rules) @Dizzy00 @Tsidia, the mind player @Pickled @JackDoggo @Raspberry LA Raspberry wait for a consensus on the plot then we'll go

Welp, that's Alot of info, it's rather late for me but I'll try to make some thing work I'll check in tomorrow morning (although that's relative now that I think about it)

Thanks, 2 hour dif.

Hey guys, when are ya'll free? Maybe we can have a live discussion on Sunday? we'll need to coordinate our times since we might be in different time zones. I'm in the PDT zone and ya'll? I'll be active Fri., Sat., Sun post here...

Since you have the compass, lead the plot for a bit @Raspberry LA. It'll facilitate stuff.

The little goat bounced haphazardly on the horses rump as Iani he took off. The zombie followed him holding on tightly to her reigns. She smiled devilishly as the bitter cold licked her cheeks. She was on route home and she couldn't wait.

I finally posted I'll check back on Friday!

The Zombie smiled for the first time since she had arrived at the bar. Somehow, she managed to look even more terrifying than when she wore her usual scowl. The crew she had gathered to aid on the journey prepared themselves ordering small bits of cargo, potions and a few other spells for the trip. As for her, she Didn't need much. The bite of the cold was unfelt by her skin. She didn't own any possessions... save the ring. And that she could carry on her freshly bandaged bones. Still, if she were to look less menacing (her appearance might create obstacles in the future), she could use new clothes. The rags she wore made her look more like a...a...Monster. The ghastly white skin, battered with unhealing yellow and purple marks, the strips of missing or open flesh, and the foul odor that emitted from them made the reasonable folks at the bar cautious. She questioned her party's intelligence as she headed to the clerk's. Her gown had a few silver buttons she ripped them off and hobbled to the counter with a list: She purchased a simple black dress and a comb. She slipped into the bathroom, cleaned out the wounds, disinfected them, and filled the cavities of her torso with salt. She took her old dress and reduced it strips of cloth. She used a piece to tie her hair back. And tied the remains around her waist and wrists. Looking less intimidating. She tapped the bell at the counter. A tall clerk with long hair and sharp cheekbones manned the desk. The zombie took out her quill. She scribbled something on the notepad and avoided eye contact as she passed the note to the clerk. "Ya want..." The zombie rewrote the note in print assuming the clerk couldn't read cursive. " Love," the clerk grinned, "I can't read at all." She began scribbling a new note asking for help when the quill crumpled. She huffed and threw her arms up in frustration when a trail of silvery smoke followed her fingers. It didn't emanate from them-Rather it seemed to condense around them like water. She waved her hands around and the smoke followed. She formed a square experimentally. What about a sentence? The clerk couldn't read, but her gut told her to try anyway. Food The clerk stared transfixed at the smoke. She mumbled something to herself and fished a jar filled with a creamy pink liquid from under the counter. The zombie ogled the jar: brain preserves. Apparently, the smoke-letters words translated meaning. She hadn't even told the clerk about her special diet. Thank you she wrote. The clerk blinked at the letters in confusion, but felt the instinct to say you're welcome. The zombie gave her one of the bracelets as pay. the clerk studied the bracelet. She unwound it and stuck her hand into the small vortex of space. The zombie began walking away" Wtch," the clerk called, "One mo' strip o' dat porta' fabric and i'll barter ya a walking stick.'' ... The zombie stepped out of the bar with a new walking stick. She studied the horses and chose a hearty grey dapple. She mounted him using the cloth around her waist as makeshift reigns then waited patiently as everyone else readied.

Yes and no I mean I have a character, a map, and an outline...The rest is one part planning and and one part improv. I'm curious what y'alls gist will be for the remainder of the story So, if ya'll have any developments the team (I guess that's what I am calling us collectively) can help with, feel free to post it now or later etc.

Also I was wondering what y'all wanted to do with your characters? Plotwise, backstory wise? IDK? It'd be fun to explore what y'all are up to and how that can be involved in the story.