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  1. Yorgie

    Hold Your Vines

    Bryant Eden had been tracking this group for a while now, and he was getting exhausted. Partially because he didn't get enough sleep last night, and partially because he had spent most of his energy (mentally and physically) searching for this particular band of people. As he was about ready to give up, he heard what sounded like a horn, somewhere to his left. He smiled. Finally. Bryant thought. Here we go. My chance for an adventure of a lifetime. He paused. Or about a month. Bryant started running to where he had last heard the horn, while pulling up his armor. He crested the top of the hill, and pulled out his sword, expecting a battle. He was not disappointed. There was the group, fighting a horde of chitten. He spied someone (a man, from the looks of it) using his crossbow to kill the beasts. The guy pulled a bolt out of one of the creatures, and used it to stop another creature from attacking one of the group members from behind. Jesus. There are so many of them. Bryant thought, a little timid. But then he remembered that he was going to go down and help, and that's what he did. Bryant roared while racing down the hill, looking for the nearest enemy to kill. Bryant's sword sang with each slash, and with each gash that was made in the enemies flesh, he felt a little more content, and less dragged down by the weights of his past. He'd feel weighed down again after the battle. But for now, it didn't matter so much. He could die, and never have to worry about it again. Or he could live, and keep fighting another day. He always stayed in the present, never dwelling on the past, or the future. And the present was right here, right now, in the midst of this epic battle. Bryant roared again, feeling confident. He saw three chitten approaching him, one in front, one on the left, and one on the right. He spun around, and saw that there was a fourth one, and that he was surrounded. He gripped his sword tightly in his right hand, and raised his arm and sword to be perpendicular to his body, and holding his sword out, as if it were just another extension of his arm. He grinned, leveled his arm to be at the height of the chittens' neck. He rotated his body backwards just a touch to the right, and spun with all of his might. When he stopped, the heads of all of the chitten were separated from their bodies, blood dripping from the necks. He grunted, and, without pausing, ran back into the battle. He had killed many of the chitten, but he wasn't keeping track. He was in the here, and now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Characters: (Active): Bryant Eden (Deceased): (Other):
  2. Sorry about that. Haven't been able to write my post yet. Will be posting by monday, at least. Thanks for waiting, and I'll try to post frequently. If I ever don't, just shoot me a message, letting me know that I need to post.
  3. I...I'm sorry I have had a lot going on recently. I don't think I can continue to participate. Maybe in a future rp, but not this one. I think that I'm going to have to take a step back from this one. Schoolwork, family, all that stuff. I'd just be a drag on your guys's adventure because of my lack of being able to post. Again, I'm so sorry.
  4. SORRY Working on it working on it I have had a lot of schoolwork, not much time to write sorry will try to finish by 10 tonight if not will post it tomorrow morning
  5. @Meraxa I'm sorry I didn't realize. Thank you for clarifying, and again I'm so so so sorry I didn't realize I couldn't do that. I won't do it again. I will rewrite the paragraph based on what you have told me I can do and what is actually going on. I want to apologize again, but it'll just annoy you too much. ; )
  6. Tommy Snyder was never one to back down from an adventure. As soon as he had gotten wind of what was going to go down, he had been ecstatic. After he walked away from his person that he talked to feeling excited, gaining information about who was doing what where why when and how in the city (not in that particular order), he realized that he needed more information on what was going down, and sprinted back hoping to god that they were still there. And they were, smirking, waiting for him, knowing that he'd come back for the vital information. Apparently, it was going to be happening this evening, near the outskirts of town on, or near, "That one old creepy boat." And Tommy's source was correct. He had arrived at the rotted boat just in time, out of breath and gasping for air. He had sprinted all the way there from his house, after realizing what time it was, and almost panicking. He composed himself, and walked in. The person who was holding the gun in position looked like a military official. The man raised his rifle, and, with a steady hand, readied his rifle at the Dragon. "That's enough." The man with the rifle muttered. "Oh, c'mon." Tommy said to the group, after a tense pause. "You're not gonna let me join in on any of the fun?" Tommy grinned. "I know I'm a little late, but I'm only, like-" He checked his watch. "-two minutes, and forty-five seconds late!" He looked up at the group, dropping his wrist, smirking this time. "Let's do this." Tommy said, stepping farther into the boat. The relaxed, joking smile faded off of his face, and Tommy felt like something big was about to happen, for better or for worse. And he knew he wanted to be a part of it. Tommy joined the rest of the group in the back of the boat, and crossed his arms, waiting to see what would happen next. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Characters (Alive): Bryant Eden Tommy Snyder (Deceased): (Other):
  7. Epithet: Compassionate and Brave Moniker: Tommy Snyder Title: A Cure For What Aileth You Visual Age: Late Teens Birthplace: Ignatz Race: Human Alignment: Chaotic Good Gender: Male Class: Bard ("An inspiring magician whose power echoes the music of creation.") Hair: Short Blonde Hair Eyes: Deep Blue Height: 5'1 Weight: 105 lbs. Voice: Tenor, Not Very Deep Build: Skinny, Short Condition: Clothing White t-shirt Blue Hoodie Blue jeans Tennis shoes Socks Skills Can play any instrument really well Fast Very resourceful Good with words Inventory Some coin A knife, kept hidden in his boot
  8. (Character Sheet Basics) Epithet: Moniker: Title: Visual Age: Birthplace: Race: Alignment: Gender: Class: Hair: Eyes: Height: Weight: Voice: Build: Condition: Clothing Skills Inventory
  9. Is there a specific order we're going to be posting in, or is it just whoever posts next?
  10. Yorgie

    My Characters

    Active: Bryant Eden Tommy Snyder
  11. Thank you so much! I'm working on my character sheet and backstory right now, so as soon as I'm done (which is probably going to be sometime tomorrow lol) I'll read what you guys have gotten done so far and start working on my intro post
  12. Epithet: Brave Moniker: Bryant Eden Title: Hold Your Vines Visual Age: Mid 20's Birthplace: Genesaris - Vdara Kingdom Race: Dragoon ( "These are humans who have bonds made with dragons so strong, that they are able to take on their companion's physical traits. The human is able to grow wings, produce claes for hands, cover themselves in scales for armor, etc. The bond is often so strong that it can be passed down through genetics. Dragoons are offspring who do not need a dragon counterpart in order to call forth their scale armor, wings, claws, or fire breath. The stronger the dragon and human who've formed this bond, the stronger the traits. It has been noted that some can call forth a full transformation. These dragoons are capable of walking in the world of man and dragon, cousin to the draconian race itself and well respected due to such an accomplishment." (Thanks @Jotnotes for the description)) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Gender: Male Class: Fighter (A fighter is a versatile, weapons-oriented warrior who fights using skill, strategy, and tactics.) Hair: A very dark shade of brown, looks almost black, about the length of his scalp to the middle of his back Eyes: One eye is ocean blue, the other is bright orange Height: 5'10 Weight: 172 lbs. Voice: Deep, Baritone Build: Muscular Condition: Clothing An oversize green stained shirt (Stained with dirt, blood, and other things) A pair of brown pants that just barely fit (Also stained with dirt, blood, and other things) A pair of black shoes that are falling apart A leather holster that goes around his waist A leather strap that he keeps on his back Skills Flying, Sword fighting, Any kind of Music, Being able to stay alive in the woods (Like making shelter, a fire, cooking food, hunting, etc.) Being Smart Inventory A Special Sword studded with gemstones that he keeps in a leather strap on his back, which he got from his parents right before he left to "Seek Adventure" Two knives stashed away in a leather holster on his waist A bow and some homemade arrows A week's worth supply of food Some coin
  13. Welcome aboard 

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    2. Yorgie


      Okay, I just have another question. What exactly are the classes on this site, and where do I find them?

    3. supernal


      There isn’t a constrained pick list so you can choose whatever makes sense for the story you’re trying to tell. When in doubt I say start with some common ones from D&D or Pathfinder or something like that 

    4. Yorgie


      Alright will do thanks

  14. Okay, so I have little experience in roleplaying, would you mind me joining in on this one? As a beginner? If you'll allow me to do this, that would be awesome.
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