^^ I can confirm that a chimpanzee could probably kick my ass. (buuuut I'm also kind of scrawny T.T)
WIP, by the way (would've gotten more done, but I forgot it's board game night at a friends' house and I'm trying to get ready for that while getting some stuff out)
You know the other kid in X's Bio, the boy? Guess who?
Spoiler
Name:
Age: 25
Race: Manus (Qing)
Gender: Male
Bio:
Traits:
Level:
Class:
Stats:
Skills:
Inventory:
Consumables:
Current Location:
Pet:
He looks evil
He looks cool, if he ever goes evil, holla at ya gurrllll
The Epic Of X:
Spoiler
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Didn't know my family was rich nor had a mansion or servants but I guess that kind of fits, being merchants and all. xD
I was thinking of possibly putting a 'Merchant' skill or maybe a skill that uses fellow merchants as information network, but would that be considered a 2nd class? A merchant and all or just not doable? What about an analyze or observation/investigative mind skill that aids not only in battle but off it?
Sounds good but will need a bit of explanation for me to get a better idea since I'm a knucklehead.
I've been checking in on this since it popped up and I finally have a character idea. Woo! CS incoming. :3`
~Puts on his Ric Flair coat~ Wooooooooo!!
It just occurred to me, but how are Orcs physically weaker than humans with that kind of build?
I mean, even chimpanzees are physically stronger than most humans .-.
I'm also at a loss.
I know Orcs are stupid as shit and all, but with their strength and build....come on lol.
Nowhere, I have said that Orks are physically weaker than humans. All I have said that among the new races that came on the plane of Ezreus, they are the weakest. Read the story bit more carefully. =P
If you have the time:
Spoiler
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Bio:Born in the City of Armagh to a family of Merchants. Since she was a kid, she had a strong sense of Justice and an equally strong desire to help and protect those less fortunate. No matter the danger to herself, if she sees someone she's able to help, she wouldn't even think twice before rushing to their aid. It didn't matter how big the target was nor how strong they were, whether she was able to beat them or not, she'd charge in and break up the fight. Due to this nature, she got herself into a good many amount of fights. While many who hold a sense of justice are against fighting, she loves fights and other bouts of strength. Some say its a contradiction, she disagrees. What's wrong with a good fight? People spar all the time!
Suffice to say, ever since she was a child, she has been quite the tomboy and quite the leader. I guess you can say that she just has that 'aura' that attracts others to her, whether out of respect/admiration, looks or even both. Aside from her parents, she has a sister 7 years younger than herself, Faye. Well, technically speaking, they're not sisters, if you're technical about it, in a way that they don't share the same blood. Regardless, she views Faye as her little sister and cares for her greatly. As how they first met, it was 7 years ago when Deirdre was out traveling with her parents. Being that they are merchants, they'd occasionally travel out to distant lands to find new wares or peddle their own. It was around when Dee first started traveling outside of Armagh with them, she had been wanting to go before but was unable to due to her parents strict rules regarding her education. In time, she was finally able to go with them and so they went.
One of the last stops on their journey was the Port village of Meath, a village that her parents have stopped by many times in the past that was near the border, a village went to once during his time journey. However, Just outside the village limits they were met by the screams and cries of fleeing people and the sounds of flame and destruction....and death. As her parents encountered someone they knew and asked for answers, Dee was already gone. With her natural sense to help kicking in, she headed towards the village. Come to find out that the village was attacked by a gang of Orcs and were slaughtering people left and right. Staying out of sight, Dee wandered through the village to the horrifying sight of blood and corpses everywhere the eye can see. And as she turned the corner, that's where she first seen her. The one that she'd come to know as 'Faye' was getting dragged who knows where by an Orc via her hair.
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She was a small girl that couldn't be much older than 6 or so. Maybe 7 or 8, who knows, but either way she needed to be saved but the question was, how? He was an Orc and their monstrous in height and strength and she, while strong as a female human, was a mere fly to this beast. Luckily he was alone, but she still needed to figure out a way to stop him. But it got much easier when she realized that the Orc was drunk! When she was following them, she found a rope and with their being quite a few rocks, she had a plan. She'd set up a trap near the port, come back, pelt him with rocks, get him mad and lure to the port and into said trap, girl saved. Well, she managed to set the trap, throw the rocks and separate him and the girl but she vastly under estimated the weight and strength of an Orc. She never met one before, so how would she know that that little rope would snap so easily and that it wasn't able to trip him? Nor would the all the loose logs she released, from the holder near the port in, that, instead of falling and finding his way into the water, he simply just stomped on them? Or the mud and other things she placed in the way didn't get him stuck?
Well, none of it worked. She did managed to get him on the dock, though. Luckily for her, he decided against simply killing her outright and opted for the 'put her through a lot of pain and kill her slowly' method, if you can call it lucky. In this case it was, as he was toying with her and beating her into pudding, the area he was standing on gave out and he fell through. Apparently a lot of the boards on the dock were all rotted and haven't been changed out, either because of money concerns or the fact that nobody wanted to it. Sadly, he was too tall and not all of his body was submerged, his upper chest remained out of the water. As he grabbed her legs and he began to drag her in. The girl, Faye, for some reason followed them to the dock and threw to her a shovel. Well, not exactly 'threw' more like labored to lift it higher and managed to 'throw' it a few inches. Well, it didn't matter because it seemed she managed to recruit an older kid who was able to pick up and throw it. IT was more like 'wing' the shovel, frighteningly enough. Luckily the slung shovel did not behead her or cut off a limb or whatever en route to dee, so that was cool. Shovel in hand, she began smashing it into the Orc's head trying to get it to let go. For awhile it didn't seem to be doing anything but finally the orc got dizzy and sank into the water. Given how twisted the shovel came to be and how long the ordeal was, she forgot how drunk the orc was so she found it odd for awhile that a simple shovel smashing would take down a frickin' orc.
Long story incredibly short, she managed to topple the orc thanks to some outrageous luck. But she didn't care how and was glad it was over with. However, soon after the victory and checking up on the girls status (despite her own battered body), loud noises were heard from the distance that was closing in on them. Apparently their scuffle was heard and attracted the attention of the other Orcs. Luckily it was night out and they weren't seen. After hauling ass and hiding out in a hiding spot her and the older kid (a boy around her age) knew about, until the nearby Orcs moved on. After a few days, they finally met up with Dee's parents (and a few other survivors), who while furious and upset (and determined to punish Dee but gave up on it when they looked at her condition) and eventually, after returning to Armagh, decided to take care of Faye, and 'raised' her as one of their own. Well, Faye held onto her last name for her own reasons. The whole ordeal with the Orc got Dee to seriously think of her future and with the need to get stronger, decided to become a knight! Well, the process was made shorter when word gotten out over her taking down an orc (thanks to a little someone blabbing about it) and well, she found her way to becoming a knight.
Traits:
Hunger for Dominance: +10% Xp gain.
Multi-talented: Can Master two combat classes instead of one.
Knightcraft (Passive): +1 to mounted combat/Knight. +1 Discipline
Strength
Leadership/Charisma
Level: 1
Class: (Locked Until Level 10)
Stats: (12 base points)
Toughness: 2
Endurance: 3
Power: 4
Intellect: 3
Skills:
Swordsmanship: +5
Dexterity: +4
The Domhnall Network: +3 - Being the child of Merchant and being brought up as one, Dee has managed to learn a lot of the ins and outs of the trade and made a number of contacts over the years. By exploiting this, she's able to bring in a number of information that others aren't privvy to.
Inventory:
Consumables:
Current Location: (To assigned by GM on acceptance.)
Pet: -
Ok, the Bio was longer than I intended, well, it would've been shorter but.... 3/4s of the post is all about How my character met and made Faye's character her imouto. I left 3 of the 12 skill points blank because I wanted to first make sure with you if I could alter those 12 and add them to increase the level of my other skills. And/or Add a 'Merchant' skill to go along with the fact my family are merchants and such but wanted to know about the point rearranging first before I added it.
Also, because it was long, I spoilered most of it to keep it somewhat short. Let me know if its a little much and whether I should include it in my opening post when the time comes for this rp to start.
Updated with third skill stat.
The Epic Of X:
Spoiler
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Also reread that sentence and consider the Gorgii and the Meena. That's all.
If you have the time:
Spoiler
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
I'll see if I can get a CS mixed up in this nonsense shortly. If I can get my brain together for writing, that is.
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Name: Thalia Ashphodel
Age: 52
Gender: Female
Race: Umbron
Racial Bonuses:
Shadow Walker - Umbron Only - +1 to Thief/Assassin/Hunter Rolls
Elder Knowledge - Increased Magic Output
Arcane Enthusiast - Can use two elements together.
Bio:
"Do not blink, less you might miss her being there."
A phrase commonly used to describe Thalia in her childhood life was suiting, while both complimentary and ominous all the same. In the darkness, she seemed most at home, in the shadows, she found comfort in their embrace. Often the reigning champion in games of hide and see in the woods, there was one time where she didn't return home. Search parties sought out for the little one, but never once was she found.
Hours passed, and a search party of hunters were sent out.
Unto even the depths of the evening, they did not find her until the moonlight rose over the beautiful woods. It had taken a party of accomplished hunters to find the light footed and stealthy little child. Her talent in being one inclined towards the hunters, interest caught them and she was soon recruited to their program. Swiftly as even a youth, she began to be rather successful. Scoring her first hunter's kill in the earlier stages of her youth. Excelling in this art was the only option, making her family honored and proud was the only choice.
Upon her rise to early adulthood, she was ordered to patrol the northern wood. There, she further shaped and harnessed her abilities until she was a proven hunter. And there she would remain until ordered to do otherwise by those who are above her.
Traits:
Survivalist - Thalia is extremely adept in setting traps as well as detecting them. This also applies to disguising her tracks as well as discerning the tracks of others.
Shadow Dance - If attacking from stealth, Thalia deals 1.25x damage with the first initial attack.
Level: 1
Class:
Inventory:
Pet:
(Intend to get one)
Stats:
Toughness - 2
Endurance - 4
Power - 4
Intellect - 2
Skills:
- Stealth - (+5) - Adeptness in blending into the darkness and shadows.
- Ambush - (+4) Vicious hit and run tactics, ability to advantageously attack by surprise, and then retreat to attack unexpectedly once again.
- Aviary Eye - (+3) - Accuracy with ranged weapons, particularly bows and their overall precision.
WIP.
EDIT: Are we allowed to make up Skills/Traits before I go any further?
Edited by The Hawk's Eye, 12 April 2015 - 02:53 PM.
Me, according to a Hero:
Spoiler
Now at last we come full circle, back to the hand whose graceful motions first began these tales. Our travels have taken us through town and tower, past glade and garden, through the mists of time and to all manner of locale, but we come to their end in the modern era. Specifically, we come to a loft apartment overlooking the Champs d'Elysees in Paris, France, wherein resides Trouble herself. Some would call her temptress, others know her as charming minx, but nobody dares deny that the lady is possessed of great beauty. As she sits at her writing desk with a fine tipped pen and ink well at hand, a city breeze enters through the nearby open window. The wind causes her raven-colored hair to stir briefly in it before resuming its cascades down to her shoulders, where it briefly touches the angled straps of the midnight blue dress that adorns her well-defined form. With a gentle sip from the thin-mouthed glass of champagne that accompanies her forays onto the pages, she turns her brilliant emerald eyes back to the swirling words she has already put into place. Before she continues on, she checks over her work to ensure that no detail is left unknown, no letter out of its place. For in her passages, as in the mystic runes with which she channels the primordial forces of the world, each stroke is vital and no variance is tolerated. Content with what she has written, the sorceress lays down her writing instrument and makes her way to the balcony. With a breath of the evening air and a wave of her hand, the only decision that remains is what spells she shall weave this night.
@Missy: I'll have you alter the age of your character. Since you are starting as a Lvl 1, it would make better sense to be younger to be more relatable.
If you have the time:
Spoiler
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Also, are we allowed to make up skills/traits or no? I wasn't entirely sure since there's nothing in the initial post.
Me, according to a Hero:
Spoiler
Now at last we come full circle, back to the hand whose graceful motions first began these tales. Our travels have taken us through town and tower, past glade and garden, through the mists of time and to all manner of locale, but we come to their end in the modern era. Specifically, we come to a loft apartment overlooking the Champs d'Elysees in Paris, France, wherein resides Trouble herself. Some would call her temptress, others know her as charming minx, but nobody dares deny that the lady is possessed of great beauty. As she sits at her writing desk with a fine tipped pen and ink well at hand, a city breeze enters through the nearby open window. The wind causes her raven-colored hair to stir briefly in it before resuming its cascades down to her shoulders, where it briefly touches the angled straps of the midnight blue dress that adorns her well-defined form. With a gentle sip from the thin-mouthed glass of champagne that accompanies her forays onto the pages, she turns her brilliant emerald eyes back to the swirling words she has already put into place. Before she continues on, she checks over her work to ensure that no detail is left unknown, no letter out of its place. For in her passages, as in the mystic runes with which she channels the primordial forces of the world, each stroke is vital and no variance is tolerated. Content with what she has written, the sorceress lays down her writing instrument and makes her way to the balcony. With a breath of the evening air and a wave of her hand, the only decision that remains is what spells she shall weave this night.
Okay, here's my CS so far. Let me know what's wrong and such and I'll fix it up. :3
Spoiler
"I've found a lot of hate for us Elves. I try to prove to people that hate isn't the right way. You shouldn'thate Elves for being Elves. You should fear them."
Name:Arenthiel To'rah Age: Sixty-Seven Race: Elven, Umbron Gender: Male
Bio: Back home there was plenty for a young Elf to do, it was a nice place to grow up. But for me that's all it was, a nice place to grow up. But not, as it is for many Elves, a nice place to remain forever and ever until the day we all die. Back home this mentality generally made me the weird one. Which feels very odd to me. That the idea of never leaving a place ever in your entire life, not even for a quick visit out of curiosity, is considered the normal way of thinking just feels weird. I mean, sure, we're technically 'in hiding' and all that crap. But it still boggles my mind that we haven't all gone crazy with boredom.
Anyway, when the tensions started rising higher and opinions turned more and more sour towards us Elves I volunteered to go and have a little look around in the outside world. Totally out of the kindness of my heart. All for the good of the people. I'm a true martyr, I know. Aww, no, no, come on don't cry. It's hard to hear I know, but I'll scrape on by I promise. I'll manage.
Anyway, I got permission from the big guys and got the hell out of there. It's much more interesting being out in the real world.
Also, are we allowed to make up skills/traits or no? I wasn't entirely sure since there's nothing in the initial post.
You can make your own. Just run them past me. =D
If you have the time:
Spoiler
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Now at last we come full circle, back to the hand whose graceful motions first began these tales. Our travels have taken us through town and tower, past glade and garden, through the mists of time and to all manner of locale, but we come to their end in the modern era. Specifically, we come to a loft apartment overlooking the Champs d'Elysees in Paris, France, wherein resides Trouble herself. Some would call her temptress, others know her as charming minx, but nobody dares deny that the lady is possessed of great beauty. As she sits at her writing desk with a fine tipped pen and ink well at hand, a city breeze enters through the nearby open window. The wind causes her raven-colored hair to stir briefly in it before resuming its cascades down to her shoulders, where it briefly touches the angled straps of the midnight blue dress that adorns her well-defined form. With a gentle sip from the thin-mouthed glass of champagne that accompanies her forays onto the pages, she turns her brilliant emerald eyes back to the swirling words she has already put into place. Before she continues on, she checks over her work to ensure that no detail is left unknown, no letter out of its place. For in her passages, as in the mystic runes with which she channels the primordial forces of the world, each stroke is vital and no variance is tolerated. Content with what she has written, the sorceress lays down her writing instrument and makes her way to the balcony. With a breath of the evening air and a wave of her hand, the only decision that remains is what spells she shall weave this night.
@Joker: The character looks solid but the mentality that you mention is more the Luxon way of thought. The Dark Elves are more free-spirited but have a rather strong sense of duty. So they take solo voyages as test of courage and growth and return much wiser and powerful to guard the borders. They also serve as advance scouts a lot of times.
Otherwise, the stats and all seem good and I love the pic. I like it how your two skills modify two stats simultaneously but note that the effect would be milder compared to specific ones.
Just make the necessary changes and you are good to go.
The Umbron are Capped now counting Missy's CS.
Secondly, sorry for the porting trouble from the docs but a few bits got missed.
- No one is allowed a class till Lvl 10
- Only two Starting Traits aside from the Racial bonuses.
Also, No starting Pets. you get one later and Inventory should be empty. You stock up at your starting point.
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Now at last we come full circle, back to the hand whose graceful motions first began these tales. Our travels have taken us through town and tower, past glade and garden, through the mists of time and to all manner of locale, but we come to their end in the modern era. Specifically, we come to a loft apartment overlooking the Champs d'Elysees in Paris, France, wherein resides Trouble herself. Some would call her temptress, others know her as charming minx, but nobody dares deny that the lady is possessed of great beauty. As she sits at her writing desk with a fine tipped pen and ink well at hand, a city breeze enters through the nearby open window. The wind causes her raven-colored hair to stir briefly in it before resuming its cascades down to her shoulders, where it briefly touches the angled straps of the midnight blue dress that adorns her well-defined form. With a gentle sip from the thin-mouthed glass of champagne that accompanies her forays onto the pages, she turns her brilliant emerald eyes back to the swirling words she has already put into place. Before she continues on, she checks over her work to ensure that no detail is left unknown, no letter out of its place. For in her passages, as in the mystic runes with which she channels the primordial forces of the world, each stroke is vital and no variance is tolerated. Content with what she has written, the sorceress lays down her writing instrument and makes her way to the balcony. With a breath of the evening air and a wave of her hand, the only decision that remains is what spells she shall weave this night.
@Missy: I'll give a detail review tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. Got to sleep.
If you have the time:
Spoiler
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.